Forced to repeatedly move a pile of wood at an early age, Joshua McCormack none-the-less took time to figure out this contraption called music. Indoctrinated at a young age in the art of hair-metal fretboard wizardy, he grew older and sought alternate paths through the grand peaks and valleys of song. He hung around dirty pubs to watch Filipino country-blues masters, he crooned in front of Harley riders to test his resolve, he joined a modern gospel choir to hone his skills. He picked up the mannerisms of literary personas, he taught himself to play department store lap harps, he subscribed to news weeklies to find the songs within their pages.
He's had a few decades on this earth so far and now he looks to the present to leave his mark. So he writes and sings and writes and sings some more, always seeking the wringing of the phrase, the twisting of the hand, the ebb and flow of spectacle in song. He's self-taught, an explorer of many instruments, a master of none, a pusher of all. He's always on the go musically, always arranging, rearranging, constructing, expressing. His notation is playing in his head as a film in which all the intruments animate themselves and know precisely which tone to sound next.
He tries to keep the diary songs to a minimum... occasionally. Sometimes the facts of his life slip into the cracks in his character's personalities, but sometimes they just walk on by and leave footprints on the vocal track. He's assembled a few mates here and there to provide back up sonic canvas to his aural foregrounds. Utilizing any techniques necessary, they will assemble from ashes the very fine trimmings of a poor man's penthouse. They serve as his comrades and his defenders, his family and his army. Now he sends this letter to you...
"I sing and play songs. Sometimes they are pretty songs. Sometimes they are ugly songs. Sometimes I sing high. Sometimes I sing low. Sometimes I write a lot of words. Sometimes I write less than a lot of words. Sometimes I play the guitar. Sometimes I play the piano. Most times I don't play the drums. I hope that you like my songs. I've built them especially for you."
