Who are you and what do you do?
I am Josh and I'm in the Air Force. To pass the tedium of this grueling profession, I create music, write writings, and comment on how awesome all of you are.
What's the origin of your artist name?
Epicurus is my favorite philosopher (someone had to invent hedonism). So I take my moniker from his name because I believe that living and creating for pleasure is just about the coolest way to be.
What has been your biggest challenge with your art so far?
I started creating music about three years ago whilst living in Japan. It was no easy feat. "What the hell are these black keys and why do I hate them?!" was a common phrase until earlier this year. Overcoming the challenges of learning something new was easy compared to discovering the good chords or perfect melodies. State of mind is so important to me when creating. If I'm in a great mood where nothing can touch me, I might as well never create again. This sounds contradictory to my belief in creating for pleasure, but I assure you it is not. I find the best art comes from when I am in sorrow, when I am not a complete person. Then, my music flows from me and out to all of you.
Who or what is your biggest influence?
My friend Casey Tipton from the band Woolgather (http://woolgatherband.com/) is a pretty big influence on me. His drive to excel during times of hardship are without equal. Aside from him, my biggest drive is to not leave this earth without contributing to culture.
What is your wildest story?
I once got drunk and tried to sneak into Flogging Molly's after party. Unsuccess met me as my next memory from that night was peeing off the top of a church.
What is the last book you read?
The Years of Rice and Salt. Primo stuff there people.
If you could be any character in fiction, who would you be?
Ender from Ender's game. I'm a bit of a geek...
What couldn’t you live without?
Coffee! Frickin love coffee. It fixes almost everything.
What is your secret talent?
I have a knack for getting drunk at the most inopportune times.
Tell me about the last dream you remember having?
We came together, joined between the hips, going halves on a baby. Lips on awkward lips, quivering and shivering; the heat from friction forcing cold to flee.
We met more placidly, in a coffee shop. I was a little late for work, but not for fate. I saw you soon enough. You had a cinnamon scone being eaten on your plate, icing on your cheek, and an open book held up. Your dark hair seemed afraid of your shoulders, curling upwards towards the sky right before it would have grazed your nape. My turn to order and I got myself the same.
I didn't know you, but I sat with you anyway. I said hi, I'm yours, nice to meet you, with an outstretched hand. You took it, amused, and looked around for cameras like those TV shows. I said nope, just me, and we talked for hours.
Years passed, and our children grew on up. Pride and sanctity were reaped. When our parents died we cried, ours souls so bold to go back in the past and remember the first thought we had of them. Our love meant so much that this sentence does not.
We were making love on a Sunday morning when I woke up to an empty bed, thirty years earlier, never having met you.
What are you craving right now?
What was the last song you fell in love with?
Hert Skipped a Beat by The XX.
What do you like?
When reality fades away a bit so you can observe the absurdity of it all, I really dig music, and I also like food.
What do you dislike?
Nonsense, ignorance, flan, and fish eggs.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve been given?
The worst vice is advice.
How and why did you start RECording?
Ilze44 opened my eyes to this site, and I haven't closed them yet!
Created: Nov 02, 2010EpicureanXP Document Media