Josh Rose
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Josh Rose

Grand Rapids, Michigan, United States | Established. Jan 01, 2004

Grand Rapids, Michigan, United States
Established on Jan, 2004
Solo Folk Acoustic


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firework letdown (2004)
Mentioning the Unmentionable
Sam's Song
Week Full of Mondays
Heart Changing, Rearranging
The Pick up Line
Moriarty's Confrontation
Man in Transition
Heat Lightning
Straightest Road
Half a Mind
Dear Mileva
Slow Bloom
Husband's Prayer
Try A Life
Old Folks
Rose of Sharon
So Called Crisis



Josh Rose wishes he knew exactly where his music comes from. Growing up in the sparsely populated Upper Peninsula of Michigan, it would be hard for him to draw any specific conclusion. When you spend your formative years with little access to any musical events, with modest surroundings, and with the only radio station in town hawking hair bands to the end of time, it might have been tough to grow as a writer and musician.

But since he decided to put his mind to all this singer songwriter stuff, Josh has realized that his songs speak to the person who feels that there still are things left to say in music, that a new song is an awesome use of space, and that the singer songwriter did not die with Jim Croce.

So where do his songs come from?
From the ordinary things in life which make extraordinary statements.
From three largest Great Lakes, which were all within a forty minute drive from where he grew up.
From the immigrant bred into the genes of all of us.
From the moments that we wish we could take a second to enjoy.
From science, literature, sports, and history.
From the pastoral landscape of Michigan that dominates the horizon.
From the billboard that blocks the view of that landscape.
From government, religion, and all those other taboo subjects.
From a west meets east philosophy.
And the list goes on. But whether his songs are plucked from the air like lightning bugs held in an old Mason jar or whether his songs are polished like the ancient stones in the Flat River, the point is the songs are what they are, moments of passing beauty in the air between us.