Our brother Joe left us Monday night (May 25, Memorial Day, 2020) after a two-year battle with cancer.
Though best known as the bass player for the seminal hardcore act 7 Seconds (think “New Wind” era), in recent years, Joe was so supportive of the local scene (San Francisco / Oakland) most people knew him more as a photographer or as the guy who would print free flyers and stickers for their band. Or as the big dude who would unsolicitedly help you load up the van after a gig.
Others may have known him through his involvement with Pinball Mafia (along with East Bay punk icon, Emmett Cadigan) and the underground pinball scene.
Few young bloods even knew he played music at all—a testament to Joe’s modesty.
And everyone loved the guy.
None more than the instrumental noise-rock band, Glaciers (a Bansuelo favorite), who chose Joe’s son, Joaquin, to star in their recently-released video:
Years ago, when Joe told us that he and his partner, Gaea were having a baby, we all knew he would be an incredible father. And for 17 years, he and Joaquin were inseparable. Father, son, best friends.
“Keeno” (Joaquin was born with Reno blood, hence the nickname) has all the style, personality and wisdom attributed to his pops. A great kid.
On a personal note, I have known Joe for 30-plus years, first as a rabid 7 Seconds fan, and then as a friend and bandmate.
“Oh, he’ll beat this,” I naively thought upon hearing the initial news he was sick. And I was right … for a time, anyway.
It’s important to me to let the world know that he beat cancer. I look up to the guy. Joe was so positive. So strong.
Sadly, after a short time in remission, the disease came back last year with a vengeance.
We got our old band back together, played a few shows, recorded and made this:
This was only a couple of months back. Joe was enduring intense chemo at the time, yet never complained. Incredible.
He told us: “…I want to keep playing [music] till the wheels fall off…”
And that is exactly what the guy did.
To me, Joe was, will always be, a rock star.