Josh Howatt

Josh Howatt

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Mozart, Rufus W., and J Buckley throwing fisticuffs over a male-menstrual Tori Amos, as she gives birth to Fiona Apple and B. Folds...kinda sorta. Though it may come off as hardly modest, it is nonetheless apropos. Josh is a true, dynamic art rock phenom topped off with dare I say it, a tinge of pop

Biography

He may say that it all started with a reunion of estranged friends; the prep-school outcast and the pitchy Wurlitzer. Both hidden away under some covert staircase. But many will attest it started far before he could even reach the piano pedals. Josh Howatt has far outgrown the title of child-prodigy and has begun to stake his claim as the eccentric and evocative composer of the new era. He is hungry, starving, inconsolably ravenous, to bring the industry to it's knocking knees and back to a time, when men may have worn wigs, but beat down into that ivory terrain like linebackers. With reverence and unabandon, Josh resurrects the greats: Chopin, Beethoven, Joplin (Scott, that is), in a seance of sonic mishmash, by fusing classical structure with alterna-rock influence.

Originally from the freshly world famous Orange County, CA, Josh Howatt descended onto New York's hipster scene in the Fall of 2006. With showcases at Sidewalk Cafe, the more notable Bitter End, and his newly formed band in tow, he has begun to create a powerful surge in the art-rock undercurrent as a force to be reckoned with. Josh has positioned himself in a line-up of six more shows in the next two months, with a hardcore guarantee: "You show up and I'll make sure we both leave out of breath".

Now, with his overdue debut EP ready for distribution come June 15, Josh is tackling his most ambitious work to date. In this 6 song little gem, he lands anywhere from fevered to fluid, darling to devastating; Josh's melodic clamor is never short of a breath-taking sucker punch. Sometimes unexpected and gut wrenching. Always honest. Deep in that nest of red curls he hoards such autobiographical impetuses of unrequited love, suicide, politics, addiction, religion, only to have them escape in a series of vocal acrobatics sopped in pathos. Each lyric lays pregnant with meaning, and crammed with sarcasm, allusion, wit, and complexity, as he bushwhacks through intricate Baroque piano lines. In some cases Josh's music crosses all borders of pop-conventionalism and into a rather facetious-tinged territory, which can be confirmed by titles like "Penchant for Freaks" and "Only in Case of Apocalypse".

One devotee classifies Josh's music as akin to "Mozart, Rufus W., and J Buckley throwing fisticuffs over a male-menstrual Tori Amos, as she gives birth to Fiona Apple and Ben Folds...kinda, sorta". Though it may come off as hardly modest, it is nonetheless apropos. Josh Howatt is a modern-day minstrel, a pioneer to the industry, and a talented singer/songwriter long overdue. His songs resonate even after the final note, and like savory morsels, cannot be fully digested with only one bite. They can typically be easily summed up by a simple question. If you were to ask him "What or whom is this or that song about", he'd simply shrug and smugly reply "Not quite sure. Let's let it marinate for a couple years, perhaps then I'll have some smartass answer for you."

Lyrics

Maybe

Written By: Josh Howatt

Maybe
Copyright 2007

Standing here, eye to eye. I to I.
With broken backs,and shrapnel in our spines
I never thought you could hurt me so bad like that.
I can't believe this could be
our last goodbye.

Maybe I'm weak
Maybe you're lost
Maybe I'm stupid and all the above
Maybe it's good
Maybe it's not
Maybe it's better now, but we just forgot
What love looks like
So please just remind me, and show me, and tell me, and whisper
"At least we have maybe"

So it's come down to this. To verbal fisticuffs
You say I can't give enough so you're giving up.
And the frozen air between here and there
Where neither of us would dare to be the first to breathe
And melt it.

Chorus

From the edge of this bed until the ends of the earth
Until my pale blue face is covered
And even ever after I will wait for you forever
I swear to God so help me yet,
Cus' together
We're perfect

Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe we'll both just be better off alone
Maybe it's true
I'm sure that it's false
'Cus answers don't matter
All we need is "because"

Chorus

Your Highness

Written By: Josh Howatt

Your Highness
Copyright 2007

The angels' wings are fanning you now
You're living the good life
Sipping your sin-lite
At the right-hand velvet chais-lounge

You've got your lipstick wrapped in a sock around your wrist
Ready to clock the first sonofa-
'Betcha you feel so safe there in your
Cherry-picked off infomercial

As you whisper, "It's a nice, nice, nice, nice day for a killing"

And I'm so over you guys
I'm so over you, Your Highness
It's just one of things you come to expect
When your head's been crushed like a cigarette
Surely, it would take nothing short of a labotomy
To bring me to my knees
And back to you.

You skip down the sidewalk in a headlock
Convinced that someday you'll become a cosminot
And if I let you, will you teach me how to
Hate myself as well as you do.

As you chant, "It's a nice, nice, nice, nice day for a lynching"

Chorus

And when that day comes when your day doesn't come
And when that day comes when your day doesn't come
And when that day comes when your day doesn't come
Feel free to give me a call.

Chorus

You're Welcome

Written By: Josh Howatt

Your Welcome
Copyright 2007

Just now
My heart dropped out
Fell straight through my body, now lies here on the carpet
With bulletholes the size of your mouth

And I'll pretend I'm tough
See, I can keep this up if you can.
But someday, I'll have to stop.
And leave this sinking coffin

But you
Like some shock-value saint
With your tactics so strange
And I pray that you don't mean a single word
That you're not saying

So just try, try, try
To give me just one good reason why I
Should not leave here tonight
With my suitcase and these tears in my eyes
However everything you ever needed
My dearest, my deadly
Oh I could have always provided
But, you just wanted someone who feigned to care
And, you said that you would surely perish without someone to stand in
But, all you every really needed was for someone to fill in the air.
Well, you're welcome, my dear

Sure you're doing your damndest to ameliorate this?
'Cus all your stupid words are trite and wasted.
Sans sympathy. No offense, none taken
Just sell it to someone who cares
Like one of your shitty friends

Those guardian angles with knives in their hands
That smell like a woman and spit like a man
And sing like the devil
Sounds like a plan

Chorus

Through this black tie corpus crusade
I dig my nails into my palms, swallow hard, chew my tongue
As your name in my mouth rots away

Jerusalem.
If you would show one glimpse of pain
But in your eyes there's no promise land
Just the dialated reflection
Of my grand exit.

Cross My Heart

Written By: Josh Howatt

Cross My Heart
Copyright 2007

First,
First, this is all my fault.
And you have every right
To hate every part
Of this song.

No roses
Or costly meals
Or tattoos or black eyes
Could heal this
Not that I'd expect them to.

'Cus I know there's nothing I could say
Tonight that might wash away the pain
But if you try. If you try then I could say
"You'll never hurt again"
"You'll never hurt again"
I'll never hurt you again
Cross my heart.

I'm sick
Sick in withdrawls from your laughter
One barbituate kiss
Or one cocaine caress
And I would be better

'Cus I'm feinding hard for your forgiveness
And I don't know how to fix this
So scratch and I pull and I curse and I spit and I cuss
Oh God, Oh God it's so despertate
So desperate

Chorus

And I know
Sometimes though
My actions may come across a tad haphazard
Just know they're not hazardous
Certainly I can assure you they are good
I just need someone
Need someone to see
I'm a good boy, with a good soul
Or at least try to be

Chorus

It's Over

Written By: Josh Howatt

What You Really Mean to Say
Copyright 2007

6 A.M.
And I'm here still waiting
For you, on this corner where you left me.
But you're fine.You're fine.
You've found your way around it.

And I'm just some lovely boy you couldn't love
And it hurts so bad, and if I want you enough I could have you

But I don't.
No it's cool, you never had the
Time, you gave it your best shot at giving up before you started
Please, just say something
That doesn't sound rehearsed, polished, and guarded
'Cus when you say "goodbye" tonight
What you really mean to say is "It's over"

Cut and dry
Would you like me better if I
Didn't sigh so much, during your pregnant pauses
And in the whites of your eyes
I see a claustrophobia

And a curtain call to all the small four-
Letter words I'll never say, and if you change your mind and want me to

I won't.
No it's cool, you never had the
Time, you gave it your best shot at giving up before you started
Please, just say something
That doesn't sound rehearsed, polished, and guarded
'Cus when you say "goodbye" tonight
What you really mean to say is "It's over"

Now I'm falling into you
Like I always have before
When you drove me from damnation
But now you just ignore me
I hope
That you're comfortable with
Quiet.

Chorus

Discography

"Depersonalization" - For Commercial Release Winter 2007

Set List

Dynamic, poetic art rock (60 - 90 min)

ie: Sidewalk '07

1. Pseudo Starlet
2. 6'
3. You're Welcome
4. Cross My Heart
5. Flake
6. Gently Falling Apart
7. Lovesong
8. Premature Plan B
9. Your Highness
10. Saddest Day to Date
11. Penchant for Freaks
12. Stutter