The Lonely Bee
I don’t have a stylist. There is no label making decisions on how we’re going deeper on my demographic. I’ve been around. I’ve got mileage. These are all my songs. The ones that made the cut.
I came to LA with $3k and all the worldly knowledge I had learned from the movie, Big. Turns out they don’t just give the entire top floor to teenagers anymore. Getting kicked in the face right off the bat made me.”
The Keys
Tell em White Knife is coming. I said, ‘Who is White Knife?’ and pointed to myself. He nodded yes. I was White Knife. I thought, “Well I guess I’m White Knife half joking. Then it was…No, like I’m FUCKING WHITE KNIFE!”
Native Americans didn’t understand why Europeans shared names. After all, there is only one of you…right? Reflecting on a seemingly endless sequence of defeat, he saw his envisioned future. “White Knife became my unattached identity that could deal. He was who I needed to become. I tried to abandon music many times and just blend in. I had attached my name to so many things that were and was involved in other shit. I was perfectly distracted.”
Still the music came. Paper with lyrics were still being pulled out of pockets before laundry. “I realized I had been doing things for money – to get by. I was doing things for other people. Under the approval of the herd for impure reasons. Half ass living. I heard someone say, you better take care choosing your path because one day you’re going to compete against someone who loves doing what they do and they’re going to mow you over.
Split decisions
I (Joshua Kennedy) had grown self conscious somewhere along the way. Everyone encouraged me to play music, but I hid. Finally it took constant nagging of my now wife, my cousin, and my late friend Greg Carlson to push me into playing. I would go over to Greg’s and he’d give me his guitar. He’d pull it out of me. He knew there was something in there. I would finally open up and there was so much healing power in that. It was Pentacostal. I would open my eyes and it was like I had woken from a trance. There was real power in that and I wanted more. Josh would always take that and hid it under the bed. White Knife brought it to the party and passed it around.
Looking to the Future
I’m singing for supper. Busking, open mics, train stations to private parties, small shows, to Madison Square. I’m playing to the infinite crowd. I’m singing to the spirits of the past. The loved ones I’ve known and those who I have yet to meet. That puts it all in the right perspective. Doesn’t matter if it’s on the street with my guitar case open or The Hollywood Bowl. I’m leaving my ego and connecting through song.
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White Knife begins the next chapter on August 25th with his half sister in Nashville, Tennessee the Trapper Keeper capital of the world.