I had a class with Josh, freshman year at UMD...I remember thinking, "Holy Shit, that's a scary dude..." And that was before almost all of the ink and piercings...but through the one semester we had together, I found out that he was a gentle, intelligent, incredibly well-spoken and passionate guy. That was 19 years ago and dozens and dozens of shows at the Club later. It's so hard to believe he's gone...
One on my favorite memories of Josh is with Dicky Barrett of the Bosstones sitting on his shoulders behind the barricade at a show in 2003...Dicky said, "I'll bet when this guy came to work today, he didn't know he'd have Bosstone balls on his head!" And Josh just stood there grinning, like it was the coolest thing ever. Later at that show, I drunkenly threw my Red Sox game jersey to Dicky and he wore it for the encore...Josh helped me find Dicky after the show and I got my jersey back, signed and all. Everytime I've worn that jersey, I've told that story to someone...
Being at the Club will never be the same without seeing Josh on the barricade, nodding his head in time to the band, looking out for all of us. Keep looking out for us, Josh. We'll miss you.