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Joshua James – “Esperanza” single/video released!

June 17, 2014

You may now venture out into the wilds of the web and view/purchase/steal Joshua’s tribute to Kerouac’s “Tristessa”.

BUY IT HERE
VIEW THE VIDEO HERE 

Here is a love affair song.
One for the faithful and the fallen.
“La guitarra se cantará”

Si te me vas Esperanza
No regreses a mi!
Si te me vas Esperanza
No regreses a mi!

Si me quieres a lado.
Dame mas que tu cuerpo
Soy tu hombre no mas
Te regreso jamas. Mi esperanza!

Ojala que recuerdes
de la sombra de mi
Amor, yo nunca podría
olvidarme de ti

Se crecera mas negro
El corazón al dentro
En mi pecho esta
Sin tu beso sera, mi Esperanza!

Cuando vea tu nombre
En el libro de muertos
Embezare caminando
Al lugar de tu cuerpo

La guitarra se cantara
Cada corde alcanzara
Al hogar de Dios
Lloarare con mi voz, a Esperanza.

Joshua James sings “Esperanza” – single and video extraordinaire out June 17, 2014!!!

June 9, 2014
Joshua was asked to write a song for a soundtrack based on Jack Kerouac’s Tristessa.  This song was given the name “Esperanza”, after one of the main characters in the story.  ”Esperanza”  is a lovely little diddy written in Spanish, showcasing the bilingual tongue of Mr. James.  Some dear friends in Joshua’s home state are quite good with the video camera, and share the same wild imagination.  They have also graced us with a companion little short film to showcase “Esperanza”.  Both of these items will see the light of day on June 17th, 2014.  Keep an eye out!
A few words about “Esperanza” from Joshua:
“A while back I was asked to read a novel by the INFAMOUS Jack Kerouac entitled “Tristessa”. I have been a fan of Mr. Kerouac’s for awhile now, and was excited to be asked to not only read this unknown (to me) novel but to write a song about the book. I was given the freedom to interpret the book and song how I saw fit.
Now, seeing as how the book is about a prostitute that Jack falls in love with i felt it almost NECESSARY to write about a love / heart break in the said song. And, seeing as how “Tristessa” was a spanish speaker I felt it (again) NECESSARY to write the song in spanish.
Tristessa’s real name was hidden from the common reader to protect her integrity. So in the song I decided to revert back to her REAL name, the enchanting, mystical, sexual “Esperanza”.
Here is a love affair song.
One for the faithful and the fallen.
“La guitarra se cantará”
Joshua

Joshua James – Debut Australian Tour March 2014!!

February 13, 2014

Live Nation are thrilled to announce Utah-based, innovative folk singer JOSHUA JAMES ’ debut Australian tour. Joshua James is bringing his nouveau brand of folk to Australia as special guest on Neil Finn’s national tour this March, performing extended sets at headline shows in Melbourne at the Shebeen on Friday 14 March, Cronulla, Brass Monkey on Friday 21 March and Sydney, The Vanguard on Sunday 23 March. Tickets for all shows go on sale Thursday 13 February.

“Sentimentality is a key component of his music – songs about kidnappings, the difficulty of communication to distant relatives, substance abuse and other of difficult life challenges feature in his songs, making him comparable to folk legends Bob Dylan or Neil Young.”  The Upcoming, 2012

MELBOURNE – SHEBEEN – FRIDAY, MARCH 14 with special guest LAKYN
CRONULLA – BRASS MONKEY – FRIDAY MARCH 21 with special guest Dylan Wright
SYDNEY – THE VANGUARD – SUNDAY MARCH 23 with special guest LAKYN

TICKETS ON SALE: Thursday 13 February

For complete tour and ticket information, visit: www.livenation.com.au

Joshua James at eTown Hall with Tegan and Sara!

December 2, 2013

A bit earlier this year, Joshua and Evan made their way to Boulder, Colorado to visit Nick and Helen and the fine folks at eTown.  For those of you that missed the radio broadcast, you can now stream the show over at etown.org.  You can stream the entire show here.

Additionally you can watch 4 videos from the performance on youtube here:
Joshua James – Beware 

Joshua James – Doctor, Oh Doctor

Joshua James – Queen of the City

Joshua James – Mystic

Australian tour with Neil Finn March 2014! Australian release through Cooking Vinyl…

November 12, 2013

We are excited to share the news that Joshua will be heading to Australia in March of 2014.  Joshua will be supporting the venerable Mr. Neil Finn for a full Australian tour. Additionally, an Australian version of “From the Top of Willamette Mountain” will be released through Cooking Vinyl on November 15, 2013.

Here’s a list of Australian dates supporting Neil Finn (stay tuned for more):

Nambour, Nambour Civic Centre – March 6
Brisbane, QPAC Concert Hall – March 7
Geelong, GPAC Playhouse – March 11
Melbourne, Hamer Hall – March 12:
Adelaide, Thebarton Theatre – March 15
Perth, Concert Hall – March 16
Newcastle, Civic Theatre – March 20
Sydney, Sydney Opera House Concert Hall – March 22

G’day!

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Two Wheels into Four / Heart of Home / Carrot People.

August 6, 2015

Devils Lake / Wisconsin.

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Timmy The Teeth / Devil’s Lake / Bike O’ Die.

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We piled in the last large box of miscellaneous merchandise into the back of the 1999 Ford Econoline 150 that has (for some magical reason) been our fairly faithful road chariot for the past 7 years. We had a 22-hour drive ahead of us and it felt as if it was the first time I was doing this. It had been 9 months since the last time we were traveling from city to city, singing songs, giving our best effort to ward away the dark that accompanies any weary road traveler. Within the first two days I was back in the rhythm of a past life, being reminded, in a constant fashion, of years spent sleeping on the floors of strangers, waking and driving to the next unknown adventurous (or non) city only to sing more songs that I might or might not want to sing, all the while feeling slightly fulfilled and slightly empty from the experience. Past lifes are non-existent. I can hardly feel any sibilance with the man that i once was. And should i be expected to? I look at that man in the past, whether though song, photo or thought and feel very little for him, and hope to feel the same for the one that is currently speaking, (in this pseudo-real online journal) in the coming years. Now I am no SNAKE, but the shedding and sloughing of my current self to re-emerge as something different, stronger, better (oh yes, better? could it be?) is the hope of any progression in the human experience (I think). And would you expect said snake to crawl back in his crippled scales? To regress to his former body and thought? AH, such a silly concept really. It all is.

Two wheels to Four / Iowa

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And so on to road we were. We pulled into Spring Green, Wisconsin, a town of 1200 people, and a gorgeous one at that. We swam in their river, drank their coffee and felt a kinship with its people, truly. We were out amongst people looking to live and feel, experience SOMETHING, god, ANYTHING. I think I felt that from this midwestern town. We headed into and made our way through Iowa, playing Cedar Rapids and Minburn, two of our favorite places to sing and people to learn from. The experience in these towns was only accentuated by the fact that we had decided, before leaving, to bring bikes on this tour. We were able to see the city from a much different view and (futuristically speaking) I have NO plans of touring in any other fashion. BIKE OR DIE. Really.

Boys with boys on boys.

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After our incredible Wisconsin and Iowa visits we made our way to Illinois. We were scheduled to play one of the greatest venues that we have had the pleasure of singing at. S.P.A.C.E. is located just outside of Chicago, in Evanston. Upon entering the place you feel instantly welcomed and at home. The kindest kind of humans run the place and are happy to offer a hand, a smile, a microphone upon request. I have NOTHING but the BEST of things to say about that place/about those people. The experience of singing in that environment, on that night, felt right, TOO RIGHT (as if). The sharing of our “human-ness” through song and light conversation filled me with the giddiest of feelings. OH, how grateful I am and will always be (that I could ever predict such a thing (what a fool)) for the chance to sing for anyone, and that anyone would care to listen, YES, that overwhelming"ness" of it.

After Evanston we headed into North Dakota and then back down into Nebraska where i was able to see the two great people that gave me life. Since leaving home at 18 I have had constant contact with my parents, but on a very semi-regular basis.  For me it feels inevitable for the distance (emotionally speaking) to grow with so little FACE-TIME involved. I find it hard to connect with things outside of my own selfish world. I know it to be silly but feel that the world is just this (me, looking around this current coffee shop, staring at the man in the suit, speaking French on his cellular device and looking smug. The girl in the corner on her apple computer and headphones on seeing the world through a screen of likes and dislikes, at least for the current moment.) my world of streets and mountains, struggles and cigarettes, singing and trying, children trying to raise more children. The weight and the wonder is everywhere but seem to only reside on my shoulders; I have never been good about RISING above it and viewing my emotions as a submergible thing. I live in them as I do my body, as I do my mind, all things swirling together to form what you may call “A PERSON” or “A SOUL” or really any label you would care to attach to such a thing. In those few days that I was able to see my parents I felt that connection and desire for such come trickling back in. But as soon as it came it slowly faded away as we pointed the van toward our home state, our minds filled with thoughts of how the life back home will be. Cupcakes on the counter, clothes on the dryin’ line, lovers in lace and showers of praise. Isn’t it funny what a mind can muster?

Garden Green / Land Of Cauliflower / Willamette MTN

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Garlic Greatness / Willamette MTN

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Melon Madness / Willamette MTN

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Smug and Home / Willamette MTN

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As wondrous as it is to speak to another it is equally as wonderful to not, to say nothing and bask in the mysterious creation and destruction of life. I find it more common than anywhere else inside of the “LAND OF CAULIFLOWER” out behind Willamette MTN, where we grow our vegetables. I arrived home in time to harvest our garlic and onions, beets and cucumbers, carrots and cauliflower. The simplicity with which one is able to learn the most primitive of procedures to grow food is somewhat of a joke. Plant a seed. I am FOREVER in awe of it. Every year i feel even more amazed / confused at how the whole things works. And every year it does (works).

Praying at Dinner / Willamette MTN

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Padre and Beauty / Willamette MTN

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I am now in the final stretches of finishing what will become the new record. I am somewhat of a nerve-wreck in its details and lyrical vulnerability. BUT, my gawd, isn’t it beautiful when you can let it go and believe that said exposition would be safe with those that you surround yourself with?

Boy, I hope so.

On and On and On and On

Joshua.


(SEE THE CARROT PEOPLE BATTLE FOR RIGHT AND WRONG BELOW)


Carrot People / Tin Man

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Carrot People / Pants and Dogs.

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Carrot People / Darkness from Below

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Carrot People / 4Four Legs and a Dimple

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Two Wheels into Four / Heart of Home / Carrot People.

August 6, 2015

Devils Lake / Wisconsin.

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Timmy The Teeth / Devil’s Lake / Bike O’ Die.

image

We piled in the last large box of miscellaneous merchandise into the back of the 1999 Ford Econoline 150 that has (for some magical reason) been our fairly faithful road chariot for the past 7 years. We had a 22-hour drive ahead of us and it felt as if it was the first time I was doing this. It had been 9 months since the last time we were traveling from city to city, singing songs, giving our best effort to ward away the dark that accompanies any weary road traveler. Within the first two days I was back in the rhythm of a past life, being reminded, in a constant fashion, of years spent sleeping on the floors of strangers, waking and driving to the next unknown adventurous (or non) city only to sing more songs that I might or might not want to sing, all the while feeling slightly fulfilled and slightly empty from the experience. Past lifes are non-existent. I can hardly feel any sibilance with the man that i once was. And should i be expected to? I look at that man in the past, whether though song, photo or thought and feel very little for him, and hope to feel the same for the one that is currently speaking, (in this pseudo-real online journal) in the coming years. Now I am no SNAKE, but the shedding and sloughing of my current self to re-emerge as something different, stronger, better (oh yes, better? could it be?) is the hope of any progression in the human experience (I think). And would you expect said snake to crawl back in his crippled scales? To regress to his former body and thought? AH, such a silly concept really. It all is.

Two wheels to Four / Iowa

image

And so on to road we were. We pulled into Spring Green, Wisconsin, a town of 1200 people, and a gorgeous one at that. We swam in their river, drank their coffee and felt a kinship with its people, truly. We were out amongst people looking to live and feel, experience SOMETHING, god, ANYTHING. I think I felt that from this midwestern town. We headed into and made our way through Iowa, playing Cedar Rapids and Minburn, two of our favorite places to sing and people to learn from. The experience in these towns was only accentuated by the fact that we had decided, before leaving, to bring bikes on this tour. We were able to see the city from a much different view and (futuristically speaking) I have NO plans of touring in any other fashion. BIKE OR DIE. Really.

Boys with boys on boys.

image

After our incredible Wisconsin and Iowa visits we made our way to Illinois. We were scheduled to play one of the greatest venues that we have had the pleasure of singing at. S.P.A.C.E. is located just outside of Chicago, in Evanston. Upon entering the place you feel instantly welcomed and at home. The kindest kind of humans run the place and are happy to offer a hand, a smile, a microphone upon request. I have NOTHING but the BEST of things to say about that place/about those people. The experience of singing in that environment, on that night, felt right, TOO RIGHT (as if). The sharing of our “human-ness” through song and light conversation filled me with the giddiest of feelings. OH, how grateful I am and will always be (that I could ever predict such a thing (what a fool)) for the chance to sing for anyone, and that anyone would care to listen, YES, that overwhelming"ness" of it.

After Evanston we headed into North Dakota and then back down into Nebraska where i was able to see the two great people that gave me life. Since leaving home at 18 I have had constant contact with my parents, but on a very semi-regular basis.  For me it feels inevitable for the distance (emotionally speaking) to grow with so little FACE-TIME involved. I find it hard to connect with things outside of my own selfish world. I know it to be silly but feel that the world is just this (me, looking around this current coffee shop, staring at the man in the suit, speaking French on his cellular device and looking smug. The girl in the corner on her apple computer and headphones on seeing the world through a screen of likes and dislikes, at least for the current moment.) my world of streets and mountains, struggles and cigarettes, singing and trying, children trying to raise more children. The weight and the wonder is everywhere but seem to only reside on my shoulders; I have never been good about RISING above it and viewing my emotions as a submergible thing. I live in them as I do my body, as I do my mind, all things swirling together to form what you may call “A PERSON” or “A SOUL” or really any label you would care to attach to such a thing. In those few days that I was able to see my parents I felt that connection and desire for such come trickling back in. But as soon as it came it slowly faded away as we pointed the van toward our home state, our minds filled with thoughts of how the life back home will be. Cupcakes on the counter, clothes on the dryin’ line, lovers in lace and showers of praise. Isn’t it funny what a mind can muster?

Garden Green / Land Of Cauliflower / Willamette MTN

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Garlic Greatness / Willamette MTN

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Melon Madness / Willamette MTN

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Smug and Home / Willamette MTN

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As wondrous as it is to speak to another it is equally as wonderful to not, to say nothing and bask in the mysterious creation and destruction of life. I find it more common than anywhere else inside of the “LAND OF CAULIFLOWER” out behind Willamette MTN, where we grow our vegetables. I arrived home in time to harvest our garlic and onions, beets and cucumbers, carrots and cauliflower. The simplicity with which one is able to learn the most primitive of procedures to grow food is somewhat of a joke. Plant a seed. I am FOREVER in awe of it. Every year i feel even more amazed / confused at how the whole things works. And every year it does (works).

Praying at Dinner / Willamette MTN

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Padre and Beauty / Willamette MTN

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I am now in the final stretches of finishing what will become the new record. I am somewhat of a nerve-wreck in its details and lyrical vulnerability. BUT, my gawd, isn’t it beautiful when you can let it go and believe that said exposition would be safe with those that you surround yourself with?

Boy, I hope so.

On and On and On and On

Joshua.


(SEE THE CARROT PEOPLE BATTLE FOR RIGHT AND WRONG BELOW)


Carrot People / Tin Man

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Carrot People / Pants and Dogs.

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Carrot People / Darkness from Below

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Carrot People / 4Four Legs and a Dimple

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