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
Hear Joshua James’ “Surrender” on the winter premiere of Pretty Little Liars on ABC Family tonight, Jan 7th at 8/7 cental PM!January 7, 2014
For those of you familiar with Joshua’s last full length – From the Top of Willamette Mountain – you might recall a little piano tinged diddy called “Surrender”. For those ready to get their mystery teen drama television action on, tune in tonight to ABC Family at 8/7 central P.M. to hear Joshua’s “Surrender” on the boob tube. You know what I mean… Dirty minds people… dirty minds….
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
For those of you in London, we have just added a headline show for Joshua James and his band of brothers on November 23rd, 2013. The show will be at Sebright Arms, 31-35 Choate Street, London E2 9AG.
Grab tickets here
Time quickly trickles through the start of yet another “NEW” year.
February and I am barely learning to live in 2014. March has her hand already grabbing at the handle and I feel that my life is slipping away from me with no one / nothing stopping it. My time, or at least what I would deem “MINE”, is arranged and scheduled up till the last minute of day light (for better or worse). I find little time to do anything but make music, record music, listen to music, feed myself, feed my boy, feed my lover, and do it all again the next day. It is an intense, or at least has been since the New Year, way to exist. I find it exhausting / invigorating / and wonderful. I feel to be the most fortunate human being. I am able to eat, to sing, to love, to live and to exist in a beautiful and wildly “conducive to creativeness” environment. And though my days are filled with much, MUCH busyness I still am grateful for it all.
In this already incredibly eventful year I have made the mighty leap to try something that I had only dreamed about in years gone by. My heart beats quicker every time that I find myself gripping the edge of a cliff, scaling and scurrying up its magnificent face. The summer months are filled with such rushes and activities. But the winter!? Oh, what of the winter!? I had heard whispers from local climbers of an activity that some might deem “reckless” or dare I say “negligent”, a little thing they call ICE CLIMBING. My good friend / comrade / confidant invited me to go with him and his brother up Bridal Veil Falls to indulge in this breakneck activity, and I wasn’t about to turn it down.
“ABSOLUTELY!” I cried out when he called me early that Monday morning. “Ok, we are leaving at 7am, bring a warm pair of pants, thick socks, and a very heavy pair of gloves.” He announced with vigor. My heart leapt from my chest as I hung up the phone. Was I really doing this? Was I prepared to throw an axe into the side of a mountain of ice and scale its icy mask? Well, prepared or not, I was going. The morning came and I reached for my alarm. 5:40am. Time to wake. I made coffee and gathered my things. As I drove to Eli’s house my mind was moving at a million miles an hour, ever contemplating the risk, the wildness, the adventure! We made small talk from his house to the base of the climb. After hiking up to the where the climbs would begin I felt chills run up and down my spine. I was instructed to put “crampons” on my boots and get ready with my harness and axes. I did as was instructed and place myself at the bottom of what appeared to be the angriest slab of ice I had come into contact with. “Ok, climb on partner!” Eli said through his undeniably charming smile. I dug the axe into the ice, and with alarming sturdiness it held my weight. Little by little I made my way to the top of the mountain. I reached the top just as my arms were about to give up the ghost of muscular life. I was safely let down to the bottom before repeating the process a mere 25 minutes later, each time letting go of the harbored fears that I had held onto since hearing of this seemingly dangerous hobby. By the time we were hiking down to take refuge in our vehicles I had grown quite fond if this “ice climbing” and made a promise to return to the icy cliffs as soon as was possible. I had taken on the fear of an unknown CREATURE and beat it within an inch of its life. AHOY!
In other news. I have recently been holed up inside of Willamette MTN, setting up and tearing down microphones, guitar amps, drum sets and pushing keys to record the sounds of some mighty musicians. The most recent recordings have been of my good drumming friend (new to be father) Timmy The Teeth. We decided to do the record together and started the very next day. It was a whirlwind of singing, drumming and recording over the course of 6 days before we finished it. I am ever so grateful that he would trust me to be the man behind the board. As we put the finishing touches on Timmy’s record we were all the while getting ready for our (The Coyote Howlers and I) show in Provo at the much loved / respected Velour Live Music Gallery. It seemed that it was one thing after the other and the show went on without a hitch. We sang from the top of our lungs, playing each part with vigor and intrigue. I am AMAZED at the feeling that a guitar or a microphone can give a man. As we finished our show and headed to the back room of VELOUR the crowd cheered on, asking for one more song. I headed back out and played a song that I have never sang for anyone but my loneliness, after which Evan and I sang George Jones’ “Choices” while asking Timmy and his lady with child to stand in the middle of the audience. The crowd formed a circle around them and we sang our last number of the evening. It was a moving moment for me, personally. My care for Timmy and the rest of the boys runs deep within me and I am a fortunate man to know such beautiful human beings.
The Blinking Lights at Willamette MTN
Assistant Engineer Oliver Fred
D7 during “Timmy The Teeth” Recordings
Timmy The Teeth
My days are running few before my departure to the unknown (unknown to me) lands of Australia. Evan and I are to join Neil Finn on his Australian tour starting March 3rd. The adventures will surely become another large chapter in my life as a singing, traveling merry man and I will do my damndest to keep a well-documented journal of my whereabouts and adventures. Following the Australian tour we are flying to Los Angeles to start a US tour that will run through April and into May. My mind is acclimating to the idea of leaving my boy and my lover, my home and my animals to travel and journey to places I have never been. I am torn and intrigued at the thought of leaving again. My heart belongs here, but my heart belongs there. Is it possible to possess a heart that belongs nowhere and everywhere all the while? If it is, then I am burdened / blessed with it (such a thing, OH, such a thing). I have a head full of hope and a mouth full of song. I am to journey to the end of my world, and with a joyful sound I will.
There is a light grounding that can occur with the LOSS of one’s mind. Be it in love, be it in music, be it AT ALL.
My Broken Heart #1
My Broken Heart #2
There is a strange place that exists in reality that is anything but (reality). A beautiful and intoxicating place that is reserved for the maddening of the mind. I haven’t the foggiest of ideas of what it might/should/could be called, but it IS real. It is a definite place, and it is under THAT mighty, HEAVY hand that I will find myself entrapped, succumbing to its needy demands.
I should (should I?) expound.
Two weeks ago I had the privilege to record a local and talented musician that has peppered the musicality of the valley for years now. I felt a sense of pride when I was approached to be the producer of his recordings. I promised him that we would take it (the direction of the song) to where each song would send us, not looking back, marching further into the abyss of unknown possibilities / creation. When I find myself recording and or writing for an extended period of time I go into a place that I would have to / hate to call distant from “most” realities. My mind becomes obsessive with the “task at hand”, the vision of my current state/reality. And though I can’t stand to admit it to myself I become despondent and reclusive with both my conversation and the sharing of common/similar/related thought.
A minor close down. A sabbatical of the brain.
The record took a week to do and when the following Monday found her way onto the plate of the present I was just coming out of the cloud. Slightly confused and slightly alarmed at that which I had been under. It can’t really make too much sense with the phrasing that I am currently using, in fact it probably shouldn’t, but I felt it necessary or at least prudent to document my state of being. I am happy with what we created. Musical and pretty.
FOREST EYEZ (John Allred and SONGZ)
I am now finding my way into the slow and slightly startling realization that there are many musical jaunts / departures / arrivals that will be happening in the coming months. We are fortunate enough to be playing in Australia with the beautifully talented Mr. Neil Finn . And then will continue our journeys into April around the United States. Quickly there after we have the plans of recording the next set of songs / record. That sense of excitement is powerful and (at times) overwhelming. There is a strong current of adventure that sweeps me down the river of traveling and singing. Moving and living. It is strong and eager, aggressive and un-relenting. I reach for the hand of my lover and my boy and drag them into IT ALL, along my side. Hoping (and always so) that it is the correct (or one of the correct) trail to march along. BUT in all reality, what can that really mean? Is there a CORRECT trail / path? I have (my mind) a hard time believing it to be so. There is good. There is bad. Be good. Do good. Find kindness (self) and give. If you are bad then you should just die off. The world is too hectic / stress filled / big to take the UNKINDNESS, the inflation of ego, the perversity, the darkness (though darkness is rampant). That should be what the world lives by, it could / should be as simple as that.
Be Kind Or Die!