BMASER
Tue Dec 15 06:43

Good times, good love, good music... Life goes on and your soul continues to fly... Remembering days of past... Peaceful, graceful & serene... Doesn't ever end...

Katie
Thu Dec 3 22:21

I was just listening to a song that reminded me of "the good old days." Thought I would check out the site and post. I wanted to remind everyone that Josh's music still inspires and makes people smile.

Henry Felt
Tue Dec 1 20:36

Missing you right now, and the missing you is not new. There have been so many moments I wish you were present for. But I find you where ever I go. Henry

Greg
Thu Oct 29 20:29

Added Josh's music to my new iPod this week and listented to him on my way to school. Am at my desk with the window open as I type this. The sound of kids playing, police sirens, and a man unloading a truck rise up to mingle with "What Good Is Heaven." A soft breeze is blowing, and it's time to grade some papers. Josh, your music is still the soundtrack of my life.

rod bond
Thu Oct 22 02:52

Josh's music has been an inspiration for a long time. Already Gone and Dragonfly touch my soul very deeply. He was truly a wonderful gifted artist and his music is such a treasure for anyone to find. I am sorry that he is gone but so grateful for what he gave us.

Kent
Fri Oct 9 16:58

10.9.09, I just learned that Josh passed looking through his site and feel just so sad, not knowing for this long just makes it hurt more. I met Josh in detroit while he was touring for Inarticulate Nature Boy, we chatted for a while, he was so nice and not rushed to head out. just spent time talking to me. I remember asking about M Ward, SOF days, etc. that music truly defined times in my life that still stir my soul when I listen to them. I didn't know Josh but I could tell he was kind and honest, a caring soul. So much of what this world needs in people. This will take some time to soak in and I have to leave on a business trip today... I have added SOF and his solo work to my MP3 and think I will have some good head time on the plane listening to him. So sorry for this late acknowledgment Josh, ride on mate. kb

eden
Sun Sep 27 04:13

hi josh. i can't believe it's been so long since we lost you, but i still think of you all the time, so you must be here in some way. miss you.

Julianne
Sat Sep 26 05:33

Well Josh, I think it's probably obvious that I'm feeling as though you and your mother are very close tonight; that's the reason I've stopped by after so long. Sometimes you just know where you're meant to be. Peace and love.

Adrienne
Sat Sep 12 01:51

Thinking of Josh today, miss your beautiful soul.

Jeff
Wed Sep 9 09:01

Miss you.

Kristin Mason
Sun Aug 30 04:11

I am remembering Josh now from Skipping school in 1992, to see him play at Tempe Arizona. He was so friendly and nice, he played soccer with me and my group of friends! It had become one of the most memorable days in my mind that he was so down to earth. I was 16 then and now I am 34....Josh is still so very missed in this world.

Rachel
Fri Aug 28 16:47

Hello Josh, You and your beautiful music are on my mind today. Thinking of you in the shadows of concerte giants in Chicago. Your memory remains a blessing, Rachel

Tommy Manzi
Fri Aug 21 22:54

Hi JCF. I am thinking of you. Paint the tree green.

Parish
Thu Jul 9 17:06

This is my favorite chapter from my favorite book. It's reassuring themes of continuance and remembrance are very comforting. I hope that it can bring as much peace to all who read it. Josh was a one-of-a-kind soul and he lives on inside all of us... GREAT GRANDMA SHE WAS A WOMAN WITH A BROOM OR DUST PAN OR A WASHRAG OR A MIXING SPOON IN HER HAND. YOU SAW HER CUTTING PIECRUST IN THE MORNING, HUMMING TO IT, OR YOU SAW HER SETTING OUT THE BAKED PIES AT NOON OR TAKING THEM IN, COOL, AT DUSK. SHE RANG PORCELAIN CUPS LIKE A SWISS BELL RINGER, TO THEIR PLACE. SHE GLIDED THROUGH HALLS AS STEADILY AS A VACUUM MACHINE, SEEKING, FINDING AND SETTING TO RIGHTS. SHE MADE MIRRORS OUT OF EVERY WINDOW, TO CATCH THE SUN. SHE STROLLED BUT TWICE THROUGH ANY GARDEN, TROWEL IN HAND, AND THE FLOWERS RAISED THEIR QUIVERING FIRES UPON THE WARM AIR OF HER WAKE. SHE SLEPT QUIETLY AND TURNED NO MORE THAN THREE TIMES IN A NIGHT, AS RELAXED AS A WHITE GLOVE TO WHICH, AT DAWN, A BRISK HAND WILL RETURN. WAKING, SHE TOUCHED PEOPLE LIKE PICTURES, TO SET THEIR FRAMES STRAIGHT. BUT, NOW…? “GRANDMA,” SAID EVERYONE. “GREAT-GRANDMA”. NOW IT WAS AS IF A HUGE SUM IN ARITHMETIC WERE FINALLY DRAWING TO AN END. SHE HAD STUFFED TURKEYS, CHICKENS, SQUABS, GENTLEMEN AND BOYS. SHE HAD WASHED CEILINGS, WALLS, INVALIDS, AND CHILDREN. SHE HAD LAID LINOLEUM, REPAIRED BICYCLES, WOUND CLOCKS, STOKED FURNACES, SWABBED IODINE ON TEN THOUSAND GRIEVOUS WOUNDS. HER HANDS HAD FLOWN ALL AROUND ABOUT AND DOWN, GENTLING THIS, HOLDING THAT, THROWING BASEBALLS, SWINGING BRIGHT CROQUET MALLETS, SEEDING BLACK EARTH, OR FIXING COVERS OVER DUMPLINGS, RAGOUTS, AND CHILDREN WILDLY STREWN BY SLUMBER. SHE HAD PULLED DOWN SHADES, PINCHED OUT CANDLES, TURNED SWITCHES, AND – GROWN OLD. LOOKING BACK ON THIRTY BILLIONS OF THINGS STARTED, CARRIED, FINISHED AND DONE, IT ALL SUMMED UP, TOTALED OUT; THE LAST DECIMAL WAS PLACED, THE FINAL ZERO SWUNG SLOWLY INTO LINE A SILENT HOUR BEFORE REACHING FOR THE ERASER. “LET ME SEE NOW” SAID GREAT-GRANDMA. “LET ME SEE……..” WITH NO FUSS OR FURTHER ADO, SHE TRAVELED THE HOUSE IN AN EVER-CIRCLING INVENTORY, REACHED THE STAIRS AT LAST, AND, MAKING NO SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT, SHE TOOK HERSELF UP THE THREE FLIGHTS TO HER ROOM WHERE, SILENTLY, SHE LAID HERSELF OUT LIKE A FOSSIL IMPRINT UNDER THE SNOWING COOL SHEETS OF HER BED AND BEGAN TO DIE. AGAIN THE VOICES: “GRANDMA!, GREAT-GRANDMA!” THE RUMOR OF WHAT SHE WAS DOING DROPPED DOWN THE STAIRWELL, HIT, AND SPREAD RIPPLES THROUGH THE ROOMS, OUT THE DOORS AND WINDOWS AND ALONG THE STREET OF ELMS TO THE EDGE OF THE GREEN RAVINE. “HERE NOW HERE!” THE FAMILY SURROUNDED HER BED. “JUST LET ME LIE,” SHE WHISPERED. HER AILMENT COULD NOT BE SEEN IN ANY MICROSCOPE; IT WAS A MILD BUT EVER-DEEPENING TIREDNESS, A DIM WEIGHTING OF HER SPARROW BODY; SLEEPY; SLEEPIER; SLEEPIEST. AS FOR HER CHILDREN AND HER CHILDREN’S CHILDREN-IT SEEMED IMPOSSIBLE THAT WITH SUCH A SIMPLE ACT, THE MOST LEISURELY ACT IN THE WORLD, SHE COULD CAUSE SUCH APPREHENSION. “GREAT-GRANDMA, NOW LISTEN- WHAT YOU’RE DOING IS NO BETTER THAN BREAKING A LEASE. THIS HOUSE WILL FALL DOWN WITHOUT YOU. YOU MUST GIVE US AT LEAST A YEAR’S NOTICE!” GREAT-GRANDMA OPENED ONE EYE. NINETY YEARS GAZED CALMLY OUT AT HER PHYSICIANS LIKE A DUST-GHOST FROM A HIGH CUPOLA WINDOW IN A FAST EMPTYING HOUSE. “TOM…?” THE BOY WAS SENT, ALONE, TO HER WHISPERING BED. “TOM,” SHE SAID, FAINTLY, FAR AWAY, “IN THE SOUTHERN SEAS THERE’S A DAY IN EACH MAN’S LIFE WHEN HE KNOWS IT’S TIME TO SAY GOOD-BY AND SAIL AWAY, AND HE DOES, AND IT’S NATURAL-IT’S JUST HIS TIME. THAT’S HOW IT IS TODAY. I’M SO LIKE YOU SOMETIMES, SITTING THROUGH SATURDAY MATINEES UNTIL NINE AT NIGHT WHEN WE SEND YOUR DAD TO BRING YOU HOME. TOM, WHEN THE TIME COMES THAT THE SAME COWBOYS ARE SHOOTING THE SAME INDIANS ON THE SAME MOUNTAINTOP, THEN IT’S BEST TO FOLD BACK THE SEAT AND HEAD FOR THE DOOR, WITH NO REGRETS AND NO WALKING BACKWARD UP THE AISLE. SO, I’M LEAVING WHILE I’M HAPPY AND STILL ENTERTAINED”. DOUGLAS WAS SUMMONED NEXT TO HER SIDE. “GRANDMA, WHO’LL SHINGLE THE ROOF NEXT SPRING?” EVERY APRIL FOR AS FAR BACK AS THERE WERE CALENDERS, YOU THOUGHT YOU HEARD WOODPECKERS TAPPING THE HOUSETOP. BUT NO, IT WAS GREAT-GRANDMA, SOMEHOW TRANSPORTED, SINGING, POUNDING NAILS, REPLACING SHINGLES, HIGH IN THE SKY! “DOUGLAS,” SHE WHISPERED, “DON’T EVER LET ANYONE DO THE SHINGLES UNLESS IT’S FUN FOR THEM.” “YES’M” “LOOK AROUND COME APRIL, AND SAY, “WHO’D LIKE TO FIX THE ROOF?’ AND WHICHEVER FACE LIGHTS UP IS THE FACE YOU WANT, DOUGLAS. BECAUSE UP THERE ON THAT ROOF YOU CAN SEE THE WHOLE TOWN GOING TOWARD THE COUNTRY AND THE COUNTRY GOING TOWARD THE EDGE OF THE EARTH AND THE RIVER SHINING, AND THE MORNING LAKE, AND BIRDS ON THE TREES DOWN UNDER YOU, AND THE BEST OF THE WIND ALL AROUND ABOVE. ANY ONE OF THOSE SHOULD BE ENOUGH TO MAKE A PERSON CLIMB A WEATHER VANE SOME SPRING SUNRISE. IT’S A POWERFUL HOUR, IF YOU GIVE IT HALF A CHANCE… HER VOICE SANK TO A FLUTTER. DOUGLAS WAS CRYING. SHE ROUSED HERSELF AGAIN. “NOW, WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?” “BECAUSE,” HE SAID, “YOU WON’T BE HERE TOMORROW.” SHE TURNED A SMALL HAND MIRROR FROM HERSELF TO THE BOY. HE LOOKED AT HER FACE AND HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR AND THEN AT HER FACE AGAIN AS SHE SAID, “TOMMORROW MORNING I’LL GET UP AT SEVEN AND WASH BEHIND MY EARS; I”LL RUN TO CHURCH WITH CHARLIE WOODMAN; I’LL PICNIC AT ELECTRIC PARK; I’LL SWIM, RUN BAREFOOT, FALL OUT OF TREES, CHEW SPEARMINT GUM…..DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, FOR SHAME! YOU CUT FINGERNAILS, DON’T YOU?” “YES’M” “AND YOU DON’T YELL WHEN YOUR BODY MAKES ITSELF OVER EVERY SEVEN YEARS OR SO, OLD CELLS DEAD AND NEW ONES ADDED TO YOUR FINGERS AND YOUR HEART. YOU DON’T MIND THAT, DO YOU?” “NO’M” “WELL, CONSIDER THEN, BOY. ANY MAN SAVES FINGERNAIL CLIPPINGS IS A FOOL. YOU EVER SEE A SNAKE BOTHER TO KEEP HIS PEELED SKIN? THAT’S ABOUT ALL YOU GOT HERE TODAY IN THIS BED IS FINGERNAILS AND SNAKE SKIN. ONE GOOD BREATH WOULD SEND ME UP IN FLAKES. IMPORTANT THING IS NOT THE ME THAT’S LYING HERE, BUT THE ME THAT’S SITTING ON THE EDGE OF THE BED LOOKING BACK AT ME, AND THE ME THAT’S DOWNSTAIRS COOKING SUPPER, OR OUT IN THE GARAGE UNDER THE CAR, OR IN THE LIBRARY READING. ALL THE NEW PARTS, THEY COUNT. I’M NOT REALLY DYING TODAY. NO PERSON EVER DIED THAT HAD A FAMILY. I’LL BE AROUND A LONG TIME. A THOUSAND YEARS FROM NOW A WHOLE TOWNSHIP OF MY OFFSPRING WILL BE BITING SOUR APPLES IN THE GUMWOOD SHADE. THAT’S MY ANSWER TO ANYONE ASKS BIG QUESTIONS! QUICK NOW, SEND IN THE REST! AT LAST THE ENTIRE FAMILY STOOD, LIKE PEOPLE SEEING SOMEONE OFF AT A RAIL STATION, WAITING IN THE ROOM. “WELL,” SAID GREAT-GRANDMA, “THERE I AM. I’M NOT HUMBLE, SO IT’S NICE SEEING YOU STANDING AROUND MY BED. NOW NEXT WEEK THERE’S LATE GARDENING AND CLOSET-CLEANING AND CLOTHES BUYING FOR CHILDREN TO DO. AND SINCE THE PART OF ME WHICH IS CALLED, FOR CONVENIENCE, GREAT-GRANDMA, WON’T BE HERE TO STEP IT ALONG, THOSE OTHER PARTS OF ME CALLED UNCLE BERT AND LEO AND TOM AND DOUGLAS, AND ALL THE OTHER NAMES, WILL HAVE TO TAKE OVER, EACH TO HIS OWN”. “YES, GRANDMA.” “I DON’T WANT ANY HALLOWEEN PARTIES HERE TOMORROW. DON’T WANT ANYONE SAYING ANYTHING SWEET ABOUT ME; I SAID IT ALL IN MY TIME AND MY PRIDE. I’VE TASTED EVERY VICTUAL AND DANCED EVERY DANCE; NOW THERE’S ONE TUNE I HAVEN’T WHISTLED. BUT I’M NOT AFRAID. I’M TRULY CURIOUS. DEATH WON’T GET A CRUMB BY MY MOUTH I WON’T KEEP AND SAVOR. SO DON’T WORRY OVER ME. NOW, ALL OF YOU GO, AND LET ME FIND MY SLEEP….” SOMEWHERE A DOOR CLOSED QUIETLY. “THAT’S BETTER.” ALONE, SHE SNUGGLED LUXURIOUSLY DOWN THROUGH THE WARM SNOWBANK OF LINEN AND WOOL, SHEET AND COVER, AND THE COLORS OF THE PATCHWORK QUILT WERE BRIGHT AS THE CIRCUS BANNERS OF OLD TIME. LYING THERE, SHE FELT AS SMALL AND SECRET AS ON THOSE MORNINGS EIGHTY-SOME-ODD YEARS AGO WHEN, WAKENING, SHE COMFORTED HER TENDER BONES IN BED. A LONG TIME BACK, SHE THOUGHT, I DREAMED A DREAM, AND THAT WAS THE DAY I WAS BORN. AND NOW?, NOW ?, LET ME SEE… SHE CAST HER MIND BACK. WHERE WAS I? SHE THOUGHT. NINETY YEARS….HOW TO TAKE UP THE THREAD AND THE PATTERN OF THAT LOST DREAM AGAIN? SHE PUT OUT A SMALL HAND. THERE………YES, THAT WAS IT. SHE SMILED. DEEPER IN THE WARM SNOW HILL SHE TURNED HER HEAD UPON HER PILLOW. THAT WAS BETTER. NOW, YES, NOW SHE SAW IT SHAPING IN HER MIND QUIETLY, AND WITH A SERENITY LIKE A SEA MOVING ALONG AN ENDLESS AND SELF-REFRESHING SHORE. NOW SHE LET THE OLD DREAM TOUCH AND LIFT HER FROM THE SNOW AND DRIFT HER ABOVE THE SCARCE-REMEMBERED BED. DOWNSTAIRS, SHE THOUGHT, THEY ARE POLISHING THE SILVER, AND RUMMAGING THE CELLAR, AND DUSTING IN THE HALLS. SHE COULD HEAR THEM LIVING ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE. “IT’S ALL RIGHT,” WHISPERED GREAT-GRANDMA, AS THE DREAM FLOATED HER. “LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE IN THIS LIFE, IT’S FITTING.” AND THE SEA MOVED HER BACK DOWN THE SHORE… RAY BRADBURY ~ DANDELION WINE

Joyce Marrtin
Thu Jun 25 17:38

I guess I've been out of circulation for a long time, but I had no idea that Josh had passed, especially so long ago! I was devestated to find out the news, I'm still upset as I type this. I had the privelage of meeting Josh(and the other members of School of Fish) back in the 90's at a club in New Haven,Ct. called Toad's Place. At that point, it was the third time I had seen them live(they opened for The Divinyls), so they remembered my face (or at least pretended to). Josh was such a nice guy to meet and talk to, I will miss him deeply!!!!!

Laura Clayton Baker
Tue May 19 02:11

Hi Josh...Thinking about you especially today on your birthday...hope you're feeling all the love coming your way. You were very much a part of Chad and Brooke's wedding a couple of weeks ago...as were Jeff and Wolf...so many of your community of friends there too. I've been thinking how wonderful it would be if we were having a dinner party here for you tonight. You'll be here in our hearts. I love you and miss you so very much. Laura

Henry Felt
Mon May 18 19:25

Hello Josh, I seem to miss you more and more, but at the same time I find you in my dreams more and more. Today I'm practicing to accompany you on "Half Life" for the LightSong production. George thinks I can still play the banjo, but it's hard to get the fingers moving the way I want them to -- but that's what the song is all about, so my fingers are remembering and working on it; I won't give up. I want to write to you without being overwhelmed by loss; instead I want to feel your cheer, integrity and the enduring strength of your life. I love you and miss you, Henry

Tommy Manzi
Mon May 18 14:08

Happy Birthday Josh. As always, thinking of you on a regular basis. You are missed. You are loved.

Connie Naqvi
Wed Apr 22 16:07

For the past year, I have been dealing with a pending divorce and at times, it has been very confusing and difficult. At the time I filed for the divorce, I discovered Josh's solo music. What a powerful thing. In his lyrics I have found solace, inspiration, insight and encouragement. I know this sounds crazy but during this past year, when times are really hard, I dream about Josh. For the 1st several dreams, he never talked to me. He simply walked beside me and held my hand. He always had a very peaceful look with a gentle smile. I only dream of him when I seem to be lacking courage. Even if my dreams really don't mean anything for real, thanks anyway for making me feel like I can do this.

Chris Barton
Fri Apr 17 02:52

This will sound "cornball" but I heard SOF for the first time at the Stone Balloon in Newark, DE. They were playing with the DiVinyls. I was a senior at UD in 1991 and Josh come out after his opening set and drank with us. I had a drink with him at the bar and he signed my fraternity hat. He was cool and I admired him- so approachable and real. I'll remember it for a long time. I am listening to SOF right now.....he lives on......

funkotronic
Tue Apr 14 23:11

Wow, I was a fan "back in the day" and SoF still lives on my Pod, but where have I been: I just found out that Josh passed like, what, 9 years ago!?! I'm not going to pretend to be a music reviewer or anything like that.... just that Josh's music helped to get me thru a rough part in my life. Finding out that he passed literally brought tears to my eyes, and that's a rare ocurrence. Play on, brother...

Jeff
Tue Apr 14 19:14

I remember hearing School of Fish when they came out in the 90's and I thought it was just awesome but it wasn't until I discovered Inarticulate Nature Boy by Josh that I discovered his true song writing capabilities. What a unique and great song writer. The fact that he is no longer with us makes his music even more powerful.

Jeff
Tue Apr 7 06:57

Joshy! I know you know, but Chad's getting married and I'm performing the ceremony and I will gladly take any words of encouragement you'd like to send! oh, and I miss you! Jeffy

erik labelle
Tue Mar 31 03:01

Hello everybody. I would like to say that Josh and School of Fish continue to be a huge influence in my music. The beautiful writing and arrangements take me to a very special place. I wish that I could have seen them live..

nicky
Sun Mar 22 03:54

Finley is singing "Deer in the Headlights" these days. He really connects with it even though he's only 5 - he can even sing the melody in the chorus. Miss you and sending love to your family and friends.

Gemma Brunton
Mon Mar 16 22:50

Hi everyone, I felt compelled to write after purely by chance rediscovering and listening to (for the first time in probably 15 years!) the School of Fish album, particularly 'Euphoria', that was massively influential and inspirational to me as a struggling 17 yr old trying to find her way in life. I am so glad to have this back in my life! I am really looking forward to exploring the other genius songwriting that Josh created, and I am so sorry that he is no longer around but thrilled he had such a profound effect on other people's lives too....x

Paul Becker
Mon Mar 16 06:21

Josh, Thinking about you today while listening to some of your music. I had a pancake too, but sadly it wasn't a banana pancake. Maybe I'll make a batch soon in your memory.

deborah brahms lewis
Thu Feb 26 19:55

I feel odd writing this as I didn't know Josh as an adult. Josh and I went to high school together and while we were not super close we did spend time together talking and hanging-out. What I remember most was his way of walking, or skipping as I remember it; he always wore a backpack over both shoulders and he would skip in front as he looked back to talk with me. He always had a grin. After all of these years I came across information of his passing and I wanted his friends and family to know that he touched so many others in life, even if only peripherally, and truly made a difference.

Shannon Wilson
Tue Feb 24 21:25

wow................

bill w.
Sat Feb 7 06:29

they played "three strange days" earlier on the radio. always loved that song. i CRANKED it up because i was totally feeling bad and it made me feel so much better to listen to it LOUD. i didn't have enough of it and went to youtube to listen to it a couple more times. i was curious about the band, where are they now, was totally saddened to read josh died. terrible. i've been feeling very badly the past few days, like REALLY badly, listening to "three strange days" made me think it would be not a good idea to check out, better stick around and try to get through this. thanks josh. (was quite surprised to see it's the anniversary of josh's death.)

John J. Clayton
Fri Feb 6 18:49

Dear Josh, After nine years it's hardly any easier, losing you. Tonight and tomorrow is your yahrzeit--the anniversary of your dying--in the Hebrew calendar, and tomorrow I'll offer a d'var Torah, a Torah talk, in your honor, and I'll light a candle and say Kaddish. I remember when you came with me to synagogue. As I grow older and closer to dying, I grow closer to you, where you are now. I love you, dear son. Dad

guido from munich
Wed Jan 21 21:50

Hello,i got now the cd Spirit touches ground its beautyfull Idondt know wich one i love more inarticulat natural boy or spirit touches ground. i play in a band and wrote songs too. josh was the best songwriter i ever heard Im shure he must be in a heaven full of violins and they play beautyfull melodys.are there any more cds of josh?and where you can get them or how they called? sorry for my strange english Im a bavarian. Thank you josh guido

Michael Ward
Tue Jan 20 15:55

Josh- I'm thinking about you today, as always. I know you're still around, watching everything, taking notes, and writing songs. Thanks for everything over the years. Your pal- MW

Dave
Tue Jan 20 11:41

Odd how I found this little spot on the web. I decided to listen to Three Strange Days, and decided to do a wiki search on the band. My friend pointed out the date. January 19th. Thanks for the tunes Josh. Rest in peace.

henry felt
Tue Jan 20 04:48

Oh Josh, A candle is burning for you tonight. To say I miss you is trivial. But on the other hand, Danny and I are off to Alta for skiing. I'll remember forever our trip out there, and when going down the slopes I'll sing lots of songs for you. Violets Forever, Henry

Jeff
Tue Jan 20 00:01

Heading to the Honor lodge in a couple of hours. I miss you exponentially my dear old friend. Love and hope - Jeffy.

carol
Mon Jan 19 20:45

Blowing kisses to the clouds in your honor. Chase and Max put dragon fly stickers on the window this morning. How apropos. Your spirit warms us Josh, on such a snowy winter day. Come visit when ever the magic carpet swings by. We send loads of positive energy to you and your family.

Laura Clayton Baker
Mon Jan 19 18:06

Hey Josh...9 years of missing you but also keeping your spirit alive inside me. Amazing the joy you've brought to the world, and continue to bring...I love it when new people discover your music, and of course when people who have always loved it continue to find pleasure, sustenance, compassion, there. Give Mommy and Nanny big hugs for me. There's someone who's just come over to your world who you'd love to know...Jay Kaplan...kind and sweet and funny and creative and only 28. He took immense pleasure in life like you. I hope you make each other laugh. I know how pleased you must be about tomorrow's inauguration...what a turn the country has taken! I'm off to visit your earthly resting place. I Love you, Laura

Connie Naqvi
Mon Jan 19 12:28

Thinking of you today Josh....what an amazing soul.

ML
Mon Jan 19 03:14

9 years. That's incredible. Thinking of you and the positive influence your work had on me as an adolescent.

Tommy Manzi
Mon Jan 19 02:46

Nine years... dates... anniversaries... my last conversation with you was December 28, 1999. It feels at both so recent... and so distant... as always, I am thinking of you... missing you... but most of all remembering your smile, your warmth... and how special you are... on this day and every day Joshua. Playing "Paint The Tree Green" and "Deer In The Headlights" right now... TM

Dene Wilby
Sun Jan 18 23:16

Sorry, I forgot to point out that you can see that video now by going to the homepage...

Dene Wilby
Sun Jan 18 23:14

9 years? It just doesn't seem right that time can pass so quickly. I've been listening to Josh and School Of Fish a LOT this past couple of weeks and the music has the same effect on me every single time. If i'm feeling down it brings me right back up without fail. Josh had THE greatest voice in rock music in my opinion and although we could have had so much more beautiful music from him i'm just grateful I have the music he created in my collection. So I was really excited this week to hear from Gil Gilbert who directed the video for School Of Fish's King Of The Dollar. I'd never seen this video and it brought back so many memories because it was THIS song that really got me excited to see School Of Fish and I was lucky enough to see them only a week later opening for Crowded House in Leeds, UK. To add to that excitement I met Josh and Michael that day and stayed in touch ever since. Two of the nicest people I have ever met.......

Bridgette
Sun Jan 18 19:40

A moment ago, while in my kitchen talking to my brother, our conversation was interrupted by the loud squawking of birds outside. One swooshed by the window and I thought it was the red-tailed hawk who likes to hang in our tall trees. My brother and I looked out the window as the noise got louder and louder. Within a minute, there were hundreds of crows in every tree, flying in and out of the branches and all of them so loud. I couldn't help but put on my coat and go outside to sit in lawn and listen and watch. Marilyn, we talked of crows an awful lot and Josh's connection to them. Was that your way of saying Happy Birthday to me? I'm not sure how else to explain that wave of energy that warmed me from head to toe. With much love, Bridgette

Jr.
Fri Jan 9 16:54

I was cleaning a closet last night looking for something and happened across a box of CD's that I had stored so the kids wouldn't get into them. Some of my personal favorites, the ones that make you remember exactly what you were doing and where you were when you last listened to it. In that box was, "Spirit Touches Ground". I immediately put it on and my daughter asked, "Dad, what are you listening to?" I explained the history of the CD and it reminded me that the last time I listened to it, I was painting her room in preparation for her birth. I sat down on the couch and she sat on my lap. We listened to the whole CD, even past her bedtime. Josh you were too cool for this world, I just wanted to say thanks for another unforgettable moment that your music gave me! Peace, Jr.

Dene Wilby
Thu Jan 1 23:30

Happy 2009 everyone. I'm hoping to give the site a bit of a facelift this year. Nothing too radical, just a little freshen up :-) Dene