As a tot,
when he was hoisted on the stage after the naked people had left in the musical “Hair” to dance and sing, he knew he had found his calling.
Although he sang in the summers and acted in musicals with youngsters including Robert Downey Jr., he didn’t pick up the guitar until thirteen. In a few moments he wrote a song about a friend who bought a Bob Dylan record and grew up too fast. When you’re asking questions like “how many roads…”, it’s hard to stay in Cub Scouts.
After awhile, Josh moved to Boston, not knowing that as he was arriving, the music scene there was beginning a steep decline into practical non-existence. He fought for years hoping to help revitalize the music there, but ultimately decided to move to Austin, Texas where his luck began changing.
Rocking many venues like The Continental Club, Steamboat, The Hole in the Wall, The Red-Eyed Fly, Room 710 and various other popular clubs he began to amass a following who enjoyed his head-sticking choruses and sparkling guitar leads. His new songs tell stories of his life and studies in Austin.
People say he’s a collector of classic automobiles but really, he only has three old cars which he tinkers with. What he does collect are old horror movies and science fiction like “The Day the Earth Stood Still” and “Forbidden Planet” and anything Star Trek…
Josh Blog
Brief thoughts on some of my new tunes
Sat, 9 May 2009
Johnny McEnroe did not always have an easy time of it. “Don’t Cry Daddy” was his young son’s request–more than once.
As the famous race car driver Parnelli Jones circled Daytona at 185 he was trouble—he didn’t want to break the girl’s heart. How could he tell her he was no longer in love?
What went through the mind of your grandfather as his Liberator smashed Germany with it’s bombs—his brother in some camp in Poland? The people who were dying below?
Thinking back to 2006
Sat, 18 Apr 2009
Living 400 yards from the ACL festival, all I wanted was some quiet- trying to sleep with four pillows over my head-my friend barged in and practically dragged me in my stupor to an ocean of people–still believing I was dreaming I looked up and saw a man in a clear plastic ball being handed over a throng of freaky Austinites.
It was the Flaming Lips concert–with Aliens–Finishing with the Tightest Tom Petty I had ever heard-The rain soaked us down–Tangerine came from that concert.
