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This EP is up for "Name Your Price" which means we're accepting any amount of money- even zero dollars, for the thing. Mostly we just wanna live in your digital music boxes.

These are songs of intimate betrayal, anxious devastation, psychedelic hedonism, desperation and degeneration. Sometimes it feels like the whole world has turned on you, and even your apartment is hostile. What could be a better catalyst for creation and adventure?

The players on this EP are some of the best musicians and friends I've ever had the pleasure of knowing and sharing stage with. I'm still bowled over with gratitude that when I called them to ask if they'd play with me they agreed.

Linden Reed is one of the most grounded, skilled, nimble and hardworking drummers this world has to offer. His versatility is insane. I met Linden at shows where we were both playing in singer songwriter bands (check out his work with David Luning) and I was glad to have an opportunity to tell him how much I liked the melodic post rock and metal bands I'd seen him in (check out his most recent wildness with the band Sloth and Turtle). He's the type of guy who does what he wants, does it well, and approaches the world around him with empathy and irreverence simultaneously. Linden is a beast.

Kalei Yamanoha and I have a long and storied history I couldn't fit in one paragraph if I tried. We've toured all over together, we've lived together in weird places, and we've nearly died together. We've played maybe a thousand shows together. His portrait is hanging over the head of my bed. He writes wild balkan, klezmer, cajun, and bluegrass inspired musics and leads the phenomenal band the Oddjob Ensemble. He's an accordion, banjo and trombone player who grew up in punk bands, and I knew he'd be perfect for this project. I got a telecaster into his hands just long enough to make this EP and play out a few places, and I'm glad he let me twist his arm into making some rock and roll.

This EP was recorded to cassette tape at Gremlintone Studios in Santa Rosa by a long time personal hero of mine (hey, I'm Josh) John Courage. I remember the first time I saw John perform- I think he was opening for the Devil Makes Three. He was maybe 7 feet tall, counting the enormous ginger afro above and around his face. He was a folk singer at the time, and goddamn, I wanted to be one too after that. Fast forward a handful of years, and American folk led my friends and I to gypsy jazz, led us to balkan horn bands and funky New Orleans street bands, funk, gospel and klezmer. Meanwhile, John was making some of the sickest records anyone has ever heard, slinging guitars like a street pharmacist, preaching the lost gospel of Rock n Roll, and turning his home into a tape studio- Gremlintone. Inspired after a few sessions with the Crux (a band who's story is to wild for this particular paragraph) at Gremlintone I twisted Kalei's arm to put down the accordion, banjo, trombone, tuba and pump organ long enough to reunite with his ol' six string. Then I placed a fairly painless call to Linden, and few short months later, the three of us were in John's living room inscribing wave forms on plastic polyester tape. What you hear has no comping, no pitch assist, and all the plugins had cables running out of them and knobs on their faces.

Speaking of plugins- I'd also like to say that having Aaron Triggs master this thing was a blast. Aaron and I met in high school, when we had congruent appetites for delinquency and his quiff and green leopard print went well with my rude boy two piece suit. Now he makes electronic music so trippy that there's not even a name for it (unless it's "futurebass"? hell if I know) and I play mostly acoustic instruments in folk, country, rock and jazz bands so the two of us haven't worked on anything together since the psychobilly band we had at 14- The Fallopian Swim Team. Its always great to catch up with him and swap airplane and van based stories respectively, but it was a special treat to share a common goal for a few hours.

Here's the music Aaron makes: soundcloud.com/bleep-bloop

And John's: johncourage.bandcamp.com

Linden's: slothandturtle.bandcamp.com/releases
www.davidluning.com/music

and Kalei's: www.oddjobensemble.com

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released December 11, 2015

Linden Reed- drums
Kalei Yamanoha- guitar
Joshua James Jackson- bass, vocals

Songs by Joshua James Jackson
Arranged by Sharkmouth
Recorded, produced and engineered by John Courage at Gremlintone Studios
Mastered by Aaron Triggs

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Sharkmouth Santa Rosa, California

Sharkmouth was founded by Joshua James Jackson, after years of playing in rad bands from Santa Rosa and the bay area. International six string slinger and peddler John Courage harnesses electricity to create aural ecstasy and the austere, debonair and undeniable Taylor Cuffie slaps skins in rhythm for excitement and dancability. ... more

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Track Name: Want
I know what you want, but I don't need the pain. Hell, I don't need the shame, no. I'll tell you what I need, hell- I'll spell it out. I need someone to treat me kind and all I want to do is lay down in bed with you at night.
Sometimes it feels like we had more trouble than we had fun, and all the tears I cried just put you on the run. You understood in hindsight. If only you remembered when I laid in bed with you at night.
I know what I've seen, things you tried to hide like I don't have the right. I ask you if its so, and you ask if you should go. Man, I wish I wasn't right. All I want to do is lay down in bed with you tonight.
Sometimes it feels like we had more trouble than we had fun, and all the tears I cried just put you on the run. You understood in hindsight. If only you remembered when I laid in bed with you at night.
And I know what it cost. All the sleepless nights, all the fruitless fights. I guess I'll pack my things, and by December I'll be gone, but for thirty days time you can bet your ass that I'll be in bed with you at night.
Track Name: Shelf
Your possessions line my walls, and that coal black stare leaves emerald holes
And there's no one here at all, you don't answer when I call.
I can't keep myself to myself, can't keep myself to my-
I can't get myself off the shelf, can't get myself off the shelf.
You want a man who will be there for you, you want him at your beck and call
A man with class to fill your cocktail glass, a lumberjack who's eight feet tall.
The clock is dripping on the floor, time it pools and burns a hole.
I tried to hide beneath the rug, when I hear you coming up.
I can't keep myself to myself, can't keep myself to my-
I can't get myself off the shelf, can't get myself off the shelf.
You want a man with liquid assetation, you want him with a silver spoon
breakfast in bed, and lunch in free Tibet, you want dinner on the dark side of the moon.
If you would only leave my dreams now woman, if you could crawl out of my skull-
or if that's too much for you, I really must implore you, just get your shit out of my home.
Track Name: Pride
Crisco disco, greased up just right
There's no stopping till the end of the night
Pump the system, I'm ready to play
"Hit It and Quit It" or "You and Your Folks, Me and My Folks"
But its okay if you wanna put on Billie Holiday

Foxy lox, hip hop and whiskey on rocks
Dancing like we picked the locks at Fort Knox
In the teepee you can hear me so well
No one sleeps amidst the raising of hell

You can put your hands on me
we can try to fall or

Bare your teeth and shake your mane
If it can't be killed it can be maimed
You can sink your fangs in me
I know your bloodthirst

How many men can we fit in this tub
Sure, I'll try some if you've got enough
Falling backwards, that's it for me,
I'm segmented by life's pages transdimensionally
You can put your hands on me
I know you're bloodthirsty

Watching all the patterns melt-
different face familiar smell.
We sprawled out like we were lions in the sun
we laid bare our pride like lions in the sun

We're lions in the sun
I woke up lying in the sun
My eyes are melting in the sun
we're lying
Track Name: Laid
My fair friend, I've been lying just a little, all along.
I don't wanna see another sale gone wrong.
I'm biding my time- but nothing comes to mind

Cuz you know that I've enjoyed the time
You're among the better friends of mine
Still, there's something that I can't say.

My fair friend, you tell me that you're off to Tennessee
and that leaves a month or two of seeing me
do you wanna make 'em count?
I'm frightened to find out

You know that I've enjoyed your time
You're among the better friends of mine,
still there's something I can't say.
Track Name: Fixing a Hole
You're so small and naive, I'm just sick and tired
You're the company I keep, you got the salves that get me higher
waiting to rest

I'm feeling ill, losing sleep over things I can't condone
fixing a hole

One should not trust a shark dressed in pumps.
You'd better swing your fist before that fish draws blood

I'm feeling ill, losing sleep over things I can't condone
fixing a hole

And the elephant is on the ball, fairy tales have taken arms
and time drips away
It's nice to hold a little bird, watch the screen and read the words
flight's deferred.

You're so soft and so sweet, your hair shadows both your eyes,
But the darkness over mine's not there from light, 's put there by lies
waiting to die

I'm feeling ill, losing sleep over things I can't condone
fixing a hole

One should not trust a shark dressed in pumps.
You'd better swing your fist before that fish draws blood

I'm feeling ill, losing sleep over things I can't condone
fixing a hole