“I released many albums over the years and in 2012, I lost motivation and inspiration. When my family moved to Paris in summer 2024, the beautiful epicenter of creativity motivated me to write again.
I’m releasing one demo per month for a year all inspired either by running or while running.
Cavale is not only the name of the Parisian bar where I built so many friendships in Paris in 2022/23, but its also means to run away or a daring or adventurous act often disapproved of by others. Fitting.”
Enjoy, Josh
CAVALE
ONE
Released January 2025
I found horses I let lead me
Before I tamed them into the wild unknown
Where I found gold in
Ground I thought I needed
No one sees it, I am the gold
I heard voices of ghosts in deserts
with youth I chased them into the well too known
Where I found broken glass and tar beneath me
Teeth that bit me
I am the ghosts
I see Jesus in Maynard’s paintings
I have made them into a God I know
Where plateau’s golden drop to dried up washes
Echoes soften, I am hot
002
Released February 2025
42 year old - 42 years ago
I held my head up before I knew that
Nothing’s truly gold and worst of all what goes up with the sunrise dies in plain site
It doesn’t matter if I said it before - I won’t grow
If I could only make the years stop and wait - I won’t break
Get up, get out, and get on
42 years past - every year I ask
Why won’t life slow, I can’t grow old
Shadow’s turn to shade and permanently take years I add from my dad’s life
It doesn’t matter if I said it before - I won’t grow
If I could only make the years stop and wait - I won’t break
Get up, get out, and get on
Hold on Holden Caulfield
I’m still lost in golden fields
8 Min Mile
Released March 2025
I ran an 8 minute mile now I hate mile 80 today
And when I hit the ground, in shit I lay
Man, I was late but a man was made
Ghosts buried taught me how in the wild western red wilderness - wild lessons.
Don’t give up, get up and go
I ran an 8 minute mile and it ate my desire for gold
But if I only when I want to go, I’ll miss the gold
But it comes and goes
Ghosts buried taught me how in the wild western red dry basins - wild lessons.
Don’t give up, get up and go.