“Cool” Brad Rozman has died in Duluth. He was a friend to all of us here at Gonzo Science, and his passing will be mourned. He was the best drummer I knew, and his informal practice of the “laughing yoga” was a source of true inspiration. Rest in peace buddy. You stomped terra, as Hunter S. would say.
UPDATE: Funeral info
Monday June 1st at Landmark Funeral Home in Virginia, MN, 1p.m
call the funeral home for more details at 218-741-3225
UPDATE 2: The comments section has automatically turned off after 14 days, but if you have any other comments or memories of Brad, please send them to us at , and we will put them here. Thank you. I’ll go ahead and take this moment to mention that Brad got the nickname “Cool Brad” during his stint as the refrigerated/frozen foods buyer at Whole Foods Co-op. It was a great stage name for him as he mercilessly pounded those drums.
UPDATE 3: “Hi, this is Brad’s sister Heather. I am having one of those days where I just miss Brad so much it hurts deep down in my soul. I wanted to take a minute to thank all of you, his friends and the very special people who were such a big part of his short but great life. I want each and every one of you to know that you have brought me and my parents such a great sense of comfort with your words and caring hearts. You have helped make a horrible and difficult time become a time to remember the greatness that Brad brought into our lives. I have heard many of you comment on his up beat nature and joyous laugh and that is what I try to think about at times like these. I know that Brad will forever live on in each and every one of you. We now must live our lives even fuller as we live for him as well. Thank you again and know that you will always have a place in the hearts of Brad’s family. 82 forever!!!! much love, Heather”
UPDATE 4: (Sorry I posted the following late by a few days - Jim R.)
This is for the “Cool Brad” RIP Memorial page,
thanks again for having a space where friends and family can share memories, shed tears, laugh and remember.
Brad- A fond memory goes back to the first time I met you, on Madeline Island. I had driven up with LeeAnn and already met the rest of the Ranger crew in st. cloud, that evening while sitting around the campfire, listening to MMW, You were rocking out the ‘air drums’, getting more and more into the song, I had just got two new camping chairs, one of them you were sitting in, and as the climax of the song began, you were jammin so intensely that you fell right over and broke the chair, we all laughed , but not as much as you did.
Every time I was in your presence, my fun, sneaky, gnome-ish, silly side came out,
Your laugh was so pure and real, a big older buddha brother you are to me, and to my family, who adopted you in heart style five and a half years ago,
You read the “Namaste” reading at our wedding, You were just four blocks away from my brother’s new house when you left this world, on that day my Nana & Papa, parents and brother where there on that day too, just four blocks away, …. but they didn’t know. Now, we are all healing and helping each other cope with your loss, by looking back at pictures, telling stories of which are all hilarious and crazy, funny and amazing.
I
often hear your voice and see your face during the day, and at night, and think back to the two of us standing at the end of the driveway, on the dead end road at the MyersRanch, watching the NortherLights AuroraBorealis in her finest display in the wee hours when all is silent and only our heart beats can be heard, deep peace….
Percussion and the rhythms of all living things, and all made living by human hands and inspired creation, all of this you Loved, Lukah loves playing the drum, and tambourine, and we talk of you often, even though you did not get to meet her, we know she knows you.
On the day of your service, my Mom wanted to be there but was working, driving home at a few minutes into the service, on a dusty road in wisconsin, the only other vehicle on the road infront of her was a dump truck or work truck, there were no words on the back, the only marking was in the center, as she got closer she saw that it was an 82.
You are everywhere now, in our hearts always and forever, helping us to grow and evolve and live every moment to the fullest, Love you Buns, Keep on Shining you crazy diamond………
82……………—Papa KC