Chase Joseph is a musical paradox—a Midwestern son with sand between his toes, a 90s alt-rock kid who never outgrew Johnny Cash. Born in Iowa, raised on the crackling warmth of potluck singalongs and family-reunion jams, he discovered early that music wasn’t just something to hear; it was something to hold onto. But then came the static—Smashing Pumpkins booming from garage-sale stereos, Pavement smirking from dorm-room boomboxes, the Stones swaggering in the background of every road trip worth taking. Somewhere in the mess of it all, Chase Joseph found himself.Now, Joseph does what shouldn’t work but somehow does: he threads alt-rock grit through beachbilly breeziness, turning "laid-back" into a creative choice, not a cliché. His originals are rough-hewn postcards, scratched and scuffed, but they stick with you. His covers? They don’t just revisit the songs you love—they remind you why you ever loved them in the first place.This isn’t a show; it’s a hangout. Picture the tide rolling in, a bonfire crackling, and a chorus of voices all caught in the same wave. Whether it’s a soulful ballad or a grunge-fueled singalong, Joseph brings you into his world. It’s a world where the grind of the past fades into the horizon and the music feels like it was always supposed to be there—messy, beautiful, and real. Originals, covers, whatever. Chase Joseph doesn’t care about perfection, and maybe we shouldn't either. What matters is the connection, the joy, the moment when the song hits and everything just feels good.
