You may now venture out into the wilds of the web and view/purchase/steal Joshua’s tribute to Kerouac’s “Tristessa”.
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
Al lugar de tu cuerpo
La guitarra se cantara
Cada corde alcanzara
Al hogar de Dios
Lloarare con mi voz, a Esperanza.
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
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
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
Ollie-VER / Millie-gurl / Carrot Top Bikin’.
Ollie-VER / Land of Cauliflower / Pumpkins.
Hoop House / Land of Caulflower / Beets n Greens.
Hoop House / Land of Cauliflower
7 weeks since I last wrote down something that has been
floating through my brain. I don’t quite know why I have some OVERWHELMING urge
/ desire / need to do such things, but, I find that in doing so I am able to
have some (albeit small) view on the past happenings and mis-happenings of the
life I have chosen to lead. 7 bloody weeks is a long time to not have had such
“entries & inklings”. I had found myself in a busier state than I had for
years. It became SO much.
Raising two babies, singing and dancing. Maintaining a house, mind, farm and studio. Working on my heart and on my love along with all the “this’s and those’s” that come with being a human being. It all started to WEAR on me. I began to feel guilty for not doing things that I, at one time or another, did on a regular basis. Maybe that was running, or climbing, or practicing the guitar, blogging, reading or WHATEVER it may / may not have been, but whatever IT was, I felt it’s weight. Weeks had passed and I hadn’t written anything (musically or non), I felt a slight sense of emptiness in my being for it, but I swear that the emptiness was one of self-imposed pressures. I was progressing and flourishing in other ways. I was not so focused on the LISTS that were written down in my brain, I was becoming more present, living outside of my telephone. I felt a connection to my children and my lover, my family and my self. I found a connection that over time had grown rusty in it’s wiring. There was a part of me that felt PRIDE for this re-found simplicity, but the other part of me was screaming for its turn. I became much less worried about things that were not serving as a benefit to my gang of heathens, be it family, children, and or amigos. Through the whole process I felt that there was something lacking in my self that I needed to regain. I wasn’t transitioning (purposefully) toward a life of “non” doing, but rather doing with reasonable non-obligation. Creating merely for the fact that TO CREATE (for me) was / is TO LIVE. This said, creation comes in such an array of ways. Singing, talking, painting, carving, eating, meeting, thinking and giving (GALL LEE, this is sounding like a Hallmark Christmas Card (god bless him, child)). TRULY I feel most alive when creating SOMETHING. This “CREATING” over the last two months has come mostly through human interaction, the easiest form of communication to come by while being the hardest to be present in.
With all of this unchanging CHANGE I realized that when I would start to write down my life’s events (especially on this B.L.O.G.) I would feel a necessity to recap EVERYTHING that had happened to me since the last entry. Now, to do this, at this point, would be ABSOLUTELY insane, and un-necessary. There has been too much. There are too many that would get left out, so I won’t attempt. It isn’t (at least it didn’t start out being) about a full screening of things I have seen / done.
Ollie-VER / Bat-boy / Halloween 2015 / Shy Stone
Millie-gurl / Toe-eating / 2015
Through all this confusion / revealing I have found that truly, BEING, is enough (for this boy). JUST BEING. TRYING (my damndest) to not let obligations (social or non) dictate my action and feeling.
On I go.
Every year my lady packs grocery sacks of fabrics, threads,
linens and the like and kisses me goodbye to retreat into the dreamland of
quilters, seamstresses, creators of color and clothes. With her mother on her
side they detach from the hustle (and yes, the bustle) of the living and let
their minds float down the proverbial “s(tr)eam”. This year the “retreat” came
at a slightly in opportune time. I have been in the middle of a complete studio
rebuild. My lady and I worked late into the night for weeks before the quilting
retreat, painting and sanding, putting in pine floors and preparing for a
musical future where all of our ANALOG dreams could be realized. The amount of
work that has, thus far, been required is nothing to SCOFF at. It has taken our
energies and time, days and days spent on the details that we envisioned for
the studio and the said vision has extended itself past the previously agreed
upon “FINISH DATE”. As Emma was leaving for the land of the dreamers with her
Mother I was finishing up the sanding of the Pine Floor that we had laid. I
knew, though much to my dismay, that the time away from the project would serve
my mind a good helping of patience and an ample amount of time with my
children, to boot.
Sawdust Man / Willamette MTN
While away (my lady and her mother), a close close family
member was made aware of growing sickness in his body, a sickness that before
that particular visit at that particular doctor’s office was “unknown” to him
and his loved ones. I find that in life I, and maybe you, forget that the
moment (the current (THIS EXACT ONE!)) in which one is in is the ONLY one that
you really have. The doom laden past, the predicted / made up future is all hogwash. It
doesn’t really exist. But THIS (moment) does. And I find that though it is
TERRIBLE (or not, depending on how you may / may not look at it), I forget that
all of this, this sight, this mind, this thought will VANISH. It will be gone.
It will die. And if I have been lost in that previously mentioned past and
future I will have forgotten to truly LIVE in the presence of it’s majesty (the glorious moment).
When I heard of this news, this reminder of our mortality, I felt so much. I felt an overwhelming sense of presence and reality. I was brought to the forefront of my own life and moment. I wanted nothing more than to be with this man that has been such a large part of Emma and I’s life. In his kindness, he indulged me in letting me pass the evening together, learning more of him and his upbringing, his trails through the magic of the living, his caves and his mountains, the trials and triumphs of his 60+ years as a human being in this beautiful valley. I felt that I had a million things to say to him but none of them felt as potent as the stories that were being shared with me, and so I sat, listening, learning of a man that for 10 years I have “known” without knowing at all.
Joshua & Tom / Another Night to be grateful
Funny how the reality of death makes us listen to our own hearts.
One day it’ll be you.
One day it’ll be me.
I just don’t want it to catch me with a missing mind.
Fearless in the fact that death is a comin’.
Scared as shit that it’ll actually happen.
Joshua (dyin but ain’t dead)
Flight Reading / Tuning For Tots
“Make sure your seats and tray tables are locked and in
their upright positions..” The voice that screams over the intercom system had
become a distant memory that came flooding back as we sat in row 41. Delta
flight 226 was taking our Utahan bodies to Paris where we would eventually
board another that would drop us in Helsinki, Finland. I have been enjoying
this years summer season with fervor, taking time to see the sun come up over
the western mountains while the smell of freshly ground coffee peppers the air
inside of the MTN. My lover and I have had the fortunate opportunity to have
had most of the summer together, little touring when the occasion requires but
for the most part spending time with our babes and our garden. Both of which
are growing at an exponential rate. The summer is quickly coming to her close
and the long hot days are becoming shorter and cooler. Soon there will be frost
on the ground and the tender tomatoes with their brothers and sisters will turn
black and return to earth, giving back what they have secretly stolen. The
season for the vegetable gardener is a shorter one than in other parts of the
country / world and it serves as a lament in our ever-eager green fingers. We
decided that to extend the year’s growing season we would try our hand at
building cold frames in which we could grow wintergreens, radishes and carrots.
With anticipation we have planted Arugula, Kale, Radicchio, Danver half long
Carrots, Radishes, and other green leaf lettuces. We started building the first frame on a Saturday morning no
more than a month ago. We had old windows that we had collected from my
brother’s remodel and wanted to try and put them to use. After some measuring
and cutting, paint and screw the first was erected. The three cold frames that we
ended up building are as different as one brother to his sister. Inside the
largest (and first) of the frames I installed a solar powered automatic
ventilation arm. This arm protects the plants from burning inside of the frame
on hot days and opens automatically once the temperature inside of the frame
reaches a certain degree. Man is brilliant. What a device, what a dream.
Cold Frames / Sheet Mulching
Cold Frames / MTN Painting
Cold Frames / Uno y Dos
thought of germination swam freely through my slightly sleepy and
over-caffeinated brain we landed at the Helsinki airport. We were greeted with
a smile and an embrace by Jari, a friend who we met the first time to Finland,
we talked about the small things as we drove to Mika and Ninni’s house, who has
become, over the years, close to us and our hearts. We had three scheduled shows
in Finland and each one was to be performed with Mika and Ninni. From the
morning to the eventual show we would pass the time in the presence of Mika,
Ninni, Jari, Anne, Helmi and all of the magical people that they surrounded
themselves with. Each show was an incredible experience for the boys and I,
being able to play and sing, dance and express in front of an audience of
people has yet to lose its beautiful glamour.
Jari and Anne
After our second show in Kouvoula we were all invited to
“Sauna” by Jari, our trusty friend, compadre, inspirator, driver and funny man.
He had already started the Sauna earlier that morning (wood burning sauna) and
was hoping we would join him and Mika at the location to experience a Finnish
Sauna experience. I, with slight discomfort in my mood/voice, agreed to go.
Timmy also agreed to come along for the experience. Isaac had been kidnapped by
the god of sleep and Evan was with his Father, who was in town on business. And
so, us four boys (Jari, Mika, Timmy and I) drove outside of town to a small
cottage in the woods that was set up for Sauna. As we entered the Sauna I saw
Jari and Mika taking off their clothes and not putting ANY back on. This was
something that I, as a “never nude type man” was very foreign for me. But with
a bit of mental focus I followed suit. We entered the hot Sauna and Mika and
Jari started to explain the cultural background of Sauna. The way that all
status, prestige, and background is stripped out with your clothing started to
make much more sense to me. It is a way for people to leave behind worry and
work, salary and stress and connect with friend and family. After 15 minutes of
sitting in the HOT HOT room Jari says: “Well, let’s go” He got up and ran
outside and into the lake that the bucolic scene had provided. Tim was next and
I followed behind him. The water was freezing and refreshing. The temperature
seemed to pierce my skin and a slight comfortable numb came over me. I felt
alive. I was alive. Why it took this experience to feel it I can NOT tell, but
I do know that I felt, and that I felt it the next two times that we came
running out of the sauna and into the freezing cold water, smiling like school
girls on the last day of finals. I was awakened by the experience, overwhelmed
with its power and influence on me. I returned back with those three boys to
pick up the rest of the gang with an aura that had been stripped from it’s
excess, or so I felt.
Jari and Timmy / Sauna / Kouvoula, Finland
Yo / Jari / Timmy / Sauna / Kouvoula, Finland
The last show was three days before we flew out from
Finland. We were able to spend ample amounts of time with Evan’s Papa, Roger.
We spent a magical and beautiful evening with Laura, Mikko, and the gang eating
homemade borsch, Finnish chocolates and coffee, coupled with Sauna, swimming in
the Caspian Sea and conversation that I lament to say happens infrequently in
my every day life. It felt as if I was floating through a day dream that was,
in all REALITY, my REALITY, trying with all my might to hold on to the roots of
each fleeing moment / experience. How was I to return? OH, MY! May I NEVER
(return)! To that person and mind that I was before such a shocking series of
events. Each one of them stands (proudly) in the forefront of my brain
(currently), repeating the words, transmitting a feeling, even straight to my
Helmi / Lioness of Finland
As the last day approached us before our journey home I felt the pangs of homesickness stab the right side of my body. I envisioned my return to Emma, Ollie, and Millie, the things I could say, the stories I could tell. Their small frames that I could squeeze and sink into the beauty of the every day. I longed for that. As much as I would miss my Finnish family, and family THEY ARE, I was excited to see my lover / loves again.
To keep in contact with my gal back in our home (I have very little phone correspondence while abroad) I would post small photographs and excerpts online for her and my family to see, that they feel a bit of what I might be going through while away. The last photograph that I sent out was one from our last Sauna experience in Espoo with Mika, Timmy, Ike, Mikko, Helmi, Roger and myself. That night was a magical one for me and the unity I felt with that group of friends was powerful. I sent out the photograph, albeit small, with the spontaneity of the moment. There were five human bodies displayed on it with what I would call the light of the moment. I found it beautiful and magical. As the wheels of the aircraft touched down in Salt Lake City my phone was put back into contact with the satellites that would send it both wanted and unwanted information and messages. I found myself rummaging through all the missed calls / text messages / emails and the like. One of the last messages I received was from a friend that I knew in what feels like a lifetime ago, a friend from my home state (Nebraska). Our correspondence over the last 12 years has been maybe, at best, three semi-automatic messages asking how the other was, but this message was different. It was filled with disappointment for the choice I had made to make visually available a photograph that would depict a “false sense of brotherhood and unity”. Asking me to evaluate “how free I really am” and “who I really am”. The letter went on to tell of the sadness that she felt for “remnants of the person that I once was” and that sadness filled her to think that I had changed since those moments we had spent together 12 years ago. I was taken aback for the quickness that I had had my truly inspiring and heart filling experience tainted with this simple message. I felt at once sad that such a person / any person could expect to know the intents of one’s heart through a simple photograph.
After I sat and thought about the message I felt a small
amount of sadness for the whole thing, and it wasn’t for the photograph that I
felt this said sadness, it was for the expectation that one might have for
another to stay still, like a glass figurine, over time, with no progression, no
movement, no growth. The idea that one would hope and or expect this for ANYONE else,
GOD FORBID a friend, is a foreign and deadly feeling. I hope that those I have
had little to no contact through the course of my last 12 years of life are
nothing of the same, that they have moved past that place, that they may radiate more light and color than before, that
the experiences of their surroundings and life have lead them to an almost
indistinguishable identity that I might not even recognize. I haven’t a “POINT”
to this last part of my entry today, merely a lifting of the small weight for the seemingly intolerable
acceptance of another and his / her way of viewing the idea of existence. With truly a beautiful experience and life that I am
able to wander through, I have regrets (of course), but TO LIVE is not one. And live on i will.
Be Kind (OR DIE)
Yours in the world.
Yours in the death.