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My Three Minutes of (peculiar) Glory [Random Tale]

My name is Josh Turner and I am an intern here at Joyful Noise.

Last Thursday morning, I had the most peculiar experience. I put on makeup, and under bright lights and the eyes of millions, had a jovial chat with and played guitar for a former NFL star defensive end. It sounds like an entry from my dream journal.

screen shotBut it isn’t. This is how it happened.

I curate a YouTube page which has slowly but steadily been gaining popularity since I created it in 2007. Every so often, an internet-er will post one of my videos to the social page Reddit, the so-called “Front Page of the Internet.” As it turns out, some lucky fellow or fellows at the media giant ABC are paid to spend their days trawling Reddit’s depths for videos, and it was by this that I came to receive a phone call from a New York area code last Monday. “My name is S—-, from Good Morning America. We saw your clip on Reddit and were wondering if you’d like to be on the show.”

So two days later, I dropped everything and boarded a plane for New York–ABC paid for my plane tickets, car service, and accommodations. I rode to ABC studios in black Lincoln with tinted windows at 5:30 on Thursday morning. I sat around, did a sound check on set, put on a lapel mike, and received a face full of foundation from a woman who informed me that I looked “Gwah-jus.” At exactly 7:48 AM, they pulled the giant sliding doors, and I walked onto national television. I needn’t describe the content of the segment–see below–but I can say that it was utterly surreal. Contrived, hyper-polished and pure showbiz, the segment was over in just as precise time as it started. “AAAAND BREAK!” was shouted, my dad and I had our photo taken with Mr. Strahan, I got that godforsaken shit off of my face, and the whole ordeal was over before 8 AM. 

When people refer to dreams becoming reality, it usually connotes the fulfillment of a longtime desire. I don’t know about you, but when I go to bed at night, I don’t dream of owning a yacht or creating world peace. I dream of weird vignettes that don’t seem to make any sense.

So I can honestly say that last Thursday was a dream come true.

Happy Holiday Hangovers From Joyful Noise! [Random Tale]

By (Staff Post)

A terrible pulsing in the brainstem, as if a Ridley-Scott style alien might burst out of the back of our skulls. Bleeding from the eyesockets and other orifices. Violent and–frankly–bizarre digestive disturbances.

What’s wrong with everyone at Joyful Noise today?  Did we contract Ebola?  The Black Plague?

Nope!  These are merely symptoms of excessive Holiday Cheer from our year-end party last night!  Thanks Story Inn, for hosting us in amazing style!  Thanks, Karl’s dad (owner of the Story Inn), for making this high-class celebration feasible for our humble label!

2013 was Joyful Noise’s best year ever.  It was our best year ever because of the amazing artists who put out records with us in the past 12 months.  Due to long-distances & inclement weather, only Jorma was able to join us this time.  But all of you were there in spirit, and in the form of our after-hours playlist.

Thanks most of all to Kiely Holden for organizing everything, for picking out gifts for all the staff, and for generally being the sole, unipolar source of everything heartwarming and humane that happens at Joyful Noise.  Without you Kiely, no doubt, we would have celebrated the holidays by working.


joyful holiday party



clark dallas

Clark Dallas is about to sing an aria.


Uncle Jorma had fun.

brendan and who

Brendan, little do you know that Joyful Noise’s plan B for 2014 is to sub-couch-surf on the couch you will be surfing on in Brooklyn.  Collectively.


Braintwins make all of the thank you notes and illustrations for Joyful Noise.  And so much more stuff we can’t possibly list it all here.

woodruff and sons

David J Woodruff & Sons makes sure that everything comes out looking classy.


MINDCONTROL PR makes sure that the will of the masses is being subjugated to Joyful Noise’s top-secret, sinister agenda of selling weird music to people in obsolete technological formats.


The interns make sure that all the work gets done. Thanks guys!  We couldn’t do it without you!