Joshua McCormack

Joshua McCormack

 Schererville, Indiana, USA

Melodic, lyrically driven songs perched between pop music and much stranger horizons.


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...


The Funeral of the Siren

Written By: Joshua McCormack

perplexed lady miss shipwreck
finally laid to rest
a native ritual
a parable
a hunter's soft caress
all these maritime vanishings
get pinned on the one who dared to sing in the sun

teenage boys that fell in her trance
made her lies into a dance
can you feel the words of the songs you never heard?
at the funeral of the siren
nobody dared to sing

pandemonium possessed
a natural woman's face
an elegant silence
a vulgar modern age
her last known portrait lost
in the maelstrom
between hope and holocaust

onlookers armed
black suits and pride
feign respect while they laugh inside
bury her mystique, her ashes to the sea
at the funeral of the siren

as the throng trickles on that scene
her death rattle turns melody
madness takes its form
a shudder, then a storm
at the funeral of the siren

miles beyond the screams two lovers touch their dreams
at the funeral of the siren nobody dared to sing


The Phantom King - 2011

The Paris EP - 2008

The Funeral of the Siren - 2008

Joshua McCormack presents Holiday Girl - 2005

Set List

Mostly original songs, typical sets run from 45 minutes to one and a half hours. If covers happen to rear their pretty little heads, then they could be Tom Waits, Irvin Berlin, the Misfits, old 20's standards, maybe even the odd Bjork cover.