“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.