On Sunday May 26, 2015 Brad received a liver transplant. The doctors have put Brad on a strict recovery regiment of “rest and more rest” for the next six months and absolutely can’t play music or work a job during this time. Brad needs assistance with his basic living expenses until he can get back on his feet and start working and playing music again. He has been struggling for the past few years due to his liver disease and treatments. He has gone through all of his savings and will have no income coming in during his recovery.
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BRAD’S STORY – THE BEAT GOES ON!
“This first thing anyone who gets to know Brad will notice is his quiet and humble nature. It’s not practiced. It’s real. Authentic. Natural. It’s who he is at his core. Eleanore Roosevelt is reported to have said that the best people talk about ideas. Dreams. How they can be the solution. That’s Brad. Never an unkind word. Never a trite conversation. Always present when he’s with you.
Lastly, Brad is a drummer. This is, as we all know, a strange breed of human. But even within the drummer subspecies there are different characters. To that I have this to say: Brad’s the best type of drummer. If the tempo of a song is 117 BPM when it’s counted off its 117 when the last quarter note is struck on the snare. It’s hard to put a value on that.” Ben Sturgell – Nine Days Wonder, Welcome Hunters, friend, musician.
Brad Rosen has studied the drums and percussion since the age of 5 and has been a working musician for
the last 37 years. He founded the internationally known band Little Women with Jerry Joseph when he was 22. Brad received his BS in Music from the University of Oregon in 1998 and studied classical percussion. He has played with Kelly Thibodaux and the Ettoufee band, the Dopplegang and a band called Thistle. As well as with Peter Wilde and other blues projects. From 1998 to 2003 he once again hooked up with Jerry Joseph to tour the world as the Jackmormons. He had to leave the band due to health reasons in 2003. Since, and up to the time of his liver transplant, he has been the principal tympanist with The Mount Hood Pops, The Portland Metro Band, and the Eastside Community Orchestra. Brad is also a writer and his first novel The Bunkie Spills will be coming out soon.
“My Deal” – A personal letter from Brad
Dear Friends, Family, Music Lovers, Acquaintances,
Here is the part when I get to tell ya’ll about my plight. It seems that as a result of the loving youthful explorations of my youth that I contracted Hepatitis C, or rather, it contracted me. I was diagnosed in 2005 but who knows how long it had been that I had carried the dreadful virus around in my body. What ensued was a general all around havoc on my liver which ultimately led to Heptocellular Cancer. After two procedures, one a chemo and the other an ablation, it was decided by the good, no, excellent, doctors at OHSU, that I needed a full blown liver transplant. Through all of the graces I am a lucky man and I got my new liver on May 24, 2015, a day that will go down in my body’s infamy for as long as I get the pleasure of knowing it.
The good news. It worked. At the time that I write this it has been three weeks since I received the gift of a pristine liver. As of my last tests, I am also free of the Hep C. So far, so good. Aside from the aches and pains of the major surgery, I have not felt this good in years.
The bad news. I need to recover for six months. The docs say I can’t work for at least this long. As most of you know, aside from being a musician, I
am a carpenter/home remodeler, and this kind of physical work only adds the insults to my injury. So, I have no income. And, being that I have been a musician for all of my adult life, I have no savings for this kind of rainy day, or in this case, a downright hurricane to my finances.
But you know what? I ain’t done. I still got lots of stuff to do. Orchestra’s and bands to play in, books and stories to tell and write, hammers to swing, cymbals to ring, and I still got a lot of people that I need to get to meet.
So, here’s the part that if you know me, I have a very hard time doing, I have had to seek help from elsewhere. Therein lies the amazing generosity of the Jeremy Wilson Foundation. The JWF is a non profit that helps folks like me get through times as tough as these. Don’t worry folks, I am not going to get rich off this whole dealio. The foundation just helps me pay my bills, ie, water, rent, electrics, etc. It really is a great thing for us people that have devoted their lives to making art. I am not sure what I will have done or do without the help.
But, it takes people like you to sustain it. All the monies donated are tax deductible legit, and help people
like me get by in their great times of struggle. Please, only if you are able, help out. Us musicians generally work on a night to night basis. We don’t charge anything near what your doctor or therapist charges, and yet, it is a good bet that upon leaving one of our shows you will feel better than you had when you walked into one of them. Mostly, we do it for the joy of it. Only a very small percentage ever get rich. A slightly bigger percentage is lucky enough to make a living and when times get rotten, lets face it, we are only human, we all gotta eat.
I got to say, I am just an everyman, and once in while like most everyman, he could use a leg up. As Mick Jagger sings, “Ain’t too proud to beg.”
Thanks all, you are much loved,
“To say I’m proud of Bradley Rosen would feel wrong. That would be like calling all the flowers in the world silly little plants. No… I feel much more than proud. He is the type of person you treasure every single day you get to be in his presence. His presence is unique to say the least and his heart one of gold. And to think.. I got some of the same blood flowin through me as this man. There are no words in the English language to truly express what an honor it is. He is the type of human you want a thousand more of.” – Brad’s niece Alyssa