Distance between Earth and Pluto: 4.67 billion miles
Distance between myself and the rest of you: 4.67 billion miles
Chances you are reading this blog: 1 in 4.67 billion
For about a year I followed a guru. (It’s pretty common thing to do in Los Angeles. Like acting or bulimia.) He said some pretty profound things, many of which made absolutely no sense, and yet they’d somehow rattle your skull. Like this nugget:
There are billions and billions of souls, waiting to be born.
I’m not 100% convinced that, in some other dimension, there’s a Waiting Room for Souls, crowded with spirits, all of whom are holding little pink tabs with black numbers printed upon them, waiting for their number to be called.
But songwriting to me is very much like this. There are billions of songs out there in the ether, waiting for someone to bring them into the universe.
Lately, I can’t walk into a room without stumbling upon a new one, crying out to me.
“Pick me! I’m edgy and political!”
“Pick me! I’m dark and depressing!”
“Pick me! I’m fun and upbeat! A nice counterpoint all your other dark and depressing songs!”
“Pick me! I’m mediocre, inoffensive, and melodically predictable! Oh wait, you’re not Ed Sheeran…”
Here. You want to see the list of the songs I’m working on?
Percentage of you who want to see the list: 54%
Percentage of you who have already moved onto something else, mostly because you didn’t appreciate that Ed Sheeran joke: 98%
OK, I’ll put them into two batches: songs you might have heard before (at least those of you who downloaded the demos), and brand new stuff, along with their statuses (statusi? statuseses?)
SONGS THAT WERE IN THE DEMO COLLECTION
Tales of Heartbreak and Destruction
Where The Bodies Are Buried
Searching For God In A Godless World
Nothing Escapes Not Even Light
Why Should Anyone
I’m Not Afraid To Die
The Ends of The Earth
My Psychotropic Mistress
CUTTING ROOM FLOOR
Persona Non Grata
The Devil Knows I’m Dead
Ghosts In The Hills
I Know The Way
BRAND SPANKING NEW SONGS
AS WELL AS THEIR STATUSES
WHICH DON’T REALLY MATTER
BECAUSE YOU’VE NEVER HEARD THEM
BUT I LIKE MAKING LISTS SO HERE WE GO
On A Plane Bound For Italy
Beyond Your Shrine (Lyrics by John Souders!)
Before The Devil Knows I’m Dead
The Devil Knows You’re Dead (Yes, these are two very distinct and different songs)
Wood Burning Fireplace
Since The World Turned Flat
Top of Vanalden
I Wanna Be Your Man
I Just Don’t Know How To Say No Anymore
That’s What I’m Gonna Gonna Do Tonight
Hands To Myself (Cover of Selena Gomez song (!!!))
Slaying Of The Firstborn
All This Scorched Earth
Oh God, I Think I Might’ve Drawn Blood
NEW SONGS, IN THE ETHER, ASKING TO BE BORN
Lost In America
I’m Not Afraid Of The Dark
Not In A Million Years
The Tale Of The Garter Snake!
Superhighway In The Night
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I'm guessing most of you know by now I’m attempting to record this album on my own. While it’s been an artistically liberating experience, it’s also the most isolated I’ve felt musically in a long time.
Even when I’m in the room with people I see often, I feel like I’m in off in the distant outer reaches of space.
The only way I can truly come home is to finish this fucking album. Trouble is, the more I record, the further away I feel. It’s like playing Whack-A-Mole®. I get one thing done, something else immediately pops up.
JOSH: “Finally finished this vocal track!”
MOLE: “Oh yeah? Fuck you, Josh! Now you gotta record the harmonies!! HA HA HA!!!
MOLE #2: “AND HOW ABOUT THE PEOPLE GETTING BOMBED IN SYRIA? YOU THINK THEY GIVE A RAT’S ASS ABOUT YOUR STUPID FUCKING ALBUM YOU SELFISH FUCK?????”
I’ve tried blogging about the isolation for the past couple of weeks, but I get overwhelmingly depressed (both about the isolation, and the fact that I’m one of the few people on earth who is still writing a blog) and just move onto Facebook to see how badly Trump is fucking up the world today.
Percentage of You that enjoy hitting Moles on the head: 62%
Percentage of you who believe I should change my stage name to Bob Ledi (pronounced “Leddy” like Betty or Geddy Lee): 3%
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You may have noticed that my voice isn’t as agile or pitch perfect as Michael Buble or - alright, fine, fucking Ed Sheeran. Which means I have to work twice as hard to make sure every song stands on its own.
So to be absolutely certain this album is meeting the highest Joshua Path standards…
I’ve been going somewhere…
Once every two weeks….
Into the ether…
And I will leave it at that.
Percentage of you who think that was an eye-rollingly pretentious final passage: 37%
Percentage of you who want to see some drawings: 76%
Joshua Path is a singer/songwriter in Los Angeles, California. His upcoming album, "Tales of Heartbreak and Destruction," or possibly "The Devil Knows I'm Dead," will be released under the name Bob Ledi. Or maybe the 1-800's. Or maybe just Joshua Path. He is very confused right now.