R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby sonofa » Mon Sep 02, 2013 11:58 am

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Re: R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby john stabb » Tue Sep 03, 2013 12:09 am

It's very sad. Too young "that guy". :o
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Re: R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby pedro » Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:47 am

I didn't know the guy at all, but I certainly knew who "That Guy" was referring to when a friend of mine said "do you know That Guy at the 9:30 Club?" It's a total bummer. Apparently it's being investigated as a possible suicide.

Josh Burdette, who died Sept. 1 at 36, was called many things. Head of security. Door-staff supervisor. Crew chief. Newspapers and magazines trotted out all sorts of euphemisms for the 9:30 Club bouncer, who over the past decade became one of the most unforgettable and unforgettably recognizable staples of Washington’s nightlife scene.

“First off, I hate the word ‘bouncer,’ ” he once said, noting its connotations of brute force and bribe-taking. “I’m not a bouncer. And once I’ve established that with somebody, I take it personally if they call me a bouncer. I do security.”

Security doer, then, because when a fellow is 6-foot-4 and 340 pounds, shaves his slab of head, lets his beard scraggle downward like a forgotten member of ZZ Top, has dragon tattoos slithering over nearly every pore, has his earlobes stretched like a tribesman’s, has a sorority’s worth of piercings over his face, deliberately burns symbols into his fingers and generally freaks people out with the silver horns protruding from his nostrils, one is inclined to call him whatever he wants to be called.

James Brown, who walked into the club one night, was apparently shocked. “Did he come out his mama lookin’ like that?!” the Godfather of Soul quipped to an associate.

Mr. Burdette freely told the story, admitting he was “physically hard to forget.” To the thousands of customers who streamed into the city’s premier nightclub to hear established and rising acts, Mr. Burdette was a footnote, really, to their evening of entertainment. He said he was often called “That Guy,” a nickname that managed to be anonymous, universal and intimidating all at once. Used in a sentence, it was frequently, “Oh, my God, do you see eee that guy?”

He embraced “That Guy” as part of his e-mail handle, and he played the part of “That Guy” for the past 16 years.

“What keeps me doing this after getting kicked in the head, fought, spit on, is seeing people leave the club with a smile on their face,” he told The Washington Post in 2006. “I know that’s a trite thing to say, but my job is to make sure people have fun.”

Montgomery County police said Monday evening that Mr. Burdette’s death at his Kensington home is being investigated as a possible suicide. Efforts to reach his family were unsuccessful.

Behind the imposing facade, Mr. Burdette was widely regarded as a gentleman and a gentle man in the role of gatekeeper. “I have a degree in psychology, so I watch people — it’s what I do,” the University of Maryland graduate once said. He sparingly resorted to toughness to resolve disputes. He prided himself on identifying troublemakers before they could act — the 21-year-old guys paired with much-younger girls, the beer-spilling customers who needed a pit stop outside in the fresh air, the hinky types “puffing” on joints hidden inside pieces of fruit.

But in the nightclub trade, where the darker forces of humanity sometimes reveal themselves, the surprises never cease.

“I could tell you about the biggest brawl I’ve ever been in, but that’s the exception, not the rule,” he once told The Washington Post. “If we have a fight, it’s once every six months. And one of the worst fights we’ve ever had was at a Super Diamond show — and that’s a Neil Diamond tribute band! It was a doctor and a dentist. You just never know.”

The 9:30 Club, at 815 V St. NW, has been around since the 1980s and still has cachet as a venue where rock stars can have intense interactions with fans.

“9:30 was the place we always dreamed we got to, the rock-and-roll destination,” said Marc Roberge, lead singer of the rock band O.A.R. “They can position the stage so that the crowd is almost being on top of you, completely involved in the performance. That’s why you get into rock-and-roll in the first place. You want to bring people together. It’s very hard to match that.”

Roberge, whose Washington-bred band has sold 2 million albums over its career, said Mr. Burdette “made bands like us feel welcome at a place we’d always dreamed of getting to. Sometimes when you get to a place you’ve always tried to play, they shut you down and you can really feel it. He represented the 9:30 Club with such a good vibe, they could not have chosen a better person to be a part of the history of that place.”

Joshua Burdette weighed 10 pounds at his birth Sept. 4, 1976. Growing up in Kensington, he was urged by his father, a Methodist minister and family counselor, not to use his physical might to bully others.

“He grew up in an environment that taught him the way the world gets along best,” Robert Burdette, his father, told the Diamondback newspaper at the University of Maryland. “At home, at school, at church . . . he was taught that [his size] was extra responsibility, not more privilege.”

There were times, he said, when other boys tested him, tried to lure him into fights, even got in a few punches. He said he would grab hold of the offending boy until school security arrived.

Mr. Burdette once said he “made a lot of choices that set me aside from general society.” They began with tattoos at 12 or 13, followed by piercings once he entered the University of Maryland. He graduated in 1998 as part of the university honors program. He told the Diamondback that he earned extra cash by “basically just sitting out on the front porch of these frat parties in College Park” in case security was needed.

Working at the 9:30 Club, he said, was not glamorous. His job was to check IDs (he said he confiscated more than 500 fake ones), take tickets and collaborate with the security personnel of the big-name bands. He also hauled trash and performed other physical labor.

In Washington, a city where people often wield their clout in unpleasant ways, Mr. Burdette was often called on to defuse situations where the entitled wanted to get inside the 9:30 Club when all the tickets were sold and the building was at capacity. “If you know my boss well enough,” he calmly advised, “give him a call.”

There was ample opportunity for corruption. At major draws such as Red Hot Chili Peppers and Radiohead, he said, he could have made more cash in bribes in a weekend than he made all year.

“And everything gets offered,” he told The Post. “I had one show where I had a limo of 11 strippers show up. I was told that I could do whatever I wanted with them if I let them into the show.”

He said he did not give in to temptation.

For years, Mr. Burdette lived with his grandmother in Kensington and relished what he regarded as a suburban haven of front lawns and children on bicycles. He played video games to take the edge off after work.

The hobby that most intrigued him was tattooing, and he spent hundreds of hours getting images of dragons gunned into his arms, chest and back. He chose the image because he was born in the year of the dragon, according to the Chinese zodiac.

None of the monsters had eyes, he told the Diamondback, because of something he read once in a Chinese legend. Giving them eyes would allow them to awaken and leave.

“I apply that concept to tattoos,” he wrote on his Web site years ago, “and I plan to make arrangements to have the eyes added to my dragons when I die so that they can be free again. I don’t know if anything will happen, but I think that it is a beautiful concept.”



And for the record, O.A.R. is one of the worst bands I have ever seen.
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Re: R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby FlexMyHead » Tue Sep 03, 2013 4:24 pm

A few years back I was at the 9:30 Club when the Pietaster's filmed a DVD, I had been hanging out with the band and drinking most of the day and was in the backstage stage right area and really had to piss so I propped open a door and started to piss on the cobblestones just out back. Well, he came outside and was screaming at me about pissing on his cobblestones, he used his little walkie-talkie thing and two other guys came out and gave me a big shop push broom and a bucket of water and told me to starting cleaning up my piss. I told him it was a bad call to piss on the street, but there was no reason to clean up the streets. I'm sure I was being a smart ass because I was drunk and, well, I'm a smart ass so I don't know what else I said, but he got mad. He called over a cop and they said that they would get me for public intoxication or something unless I cleaned up the piss. I had flown into town just for the weekend, so I had no choice, my friend was begging me to clean it up because they didn't want to go to the jail and deal with getting me out. Just before he gave me the broom, he unscrewed the handle and just gave me like the 2' scrubbing part. So there I was, surrounded by security want to be cops and real cops laughing at me while I was scrubbing fucking cobblestones that I had pissed on with the bottom part of the broom. I was surprised he even let me back in, but he knew I was with the band. Looking back, I'm sure I was more obnoxious than I needed to be, but making me get down and clean it up was kinda lame, it was more about degrading me than anything else.

Anyway, R.I.P. dude. I wonder if anyone would follow through the dragon eyes, or if that is even legal?
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Re: R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby FormerLurker » Tue Sep 03, 2013 5:54 pm

FlexMyHead wrote:A few years back I was at the 9:30 Club when the Pietaster's filmed a DVD, I had been hanging out with the band and drinking most of the day and was in the backstage stage right area and really had to piss so I propped open a door and started to piss on the cobblestones just out back. Well, he came outside and was screaming at me about pissing on his cobblestones, he used his little walkie-talkie thing and two other guys came out and gave me a big shop push broom and a bucket of water and told me to starting cleaning up my piss. I told him it was a bad call to piss on the street, but there was no reason to clean up the streets. I'm sure I was being a smart ass because I was drunk and, well, I'm a smart ass so I don't know what else I said, but he got mad. He called over a cop and they said that they would get me for public intoxication or something unless I cleaned up the piss. I had flown into town just for the weekend, so I had no choice, my friend was begging me to clean it up because they didn't want to go to the jail and deal with getting me out. Just before he gave me the broom, he unscrewed the handle and just gave me like the 2' scrubbing part. So there I was, surrounded by security want to be cops and real cops laughing at me while I was scrubbing fucking cobblestones that I had pissed on with the bottom part of the broom. I was surprised he even let me back in, but he knew I was with the band. Looking back, I'm sure I was more obnoxious than I needed to be, but making me get down and clean it up was kinda lame, it was more about degrading me than anything else.

Anyway, R.I.P. dude. I wonder if anyone would follow through the dragon eyes, or if that is even legal?


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Re: R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby xxxHunterxxx » Wed Sep 04, 2013 8:05 am

FlexMyHead wrote:A few years back I was at the 9:30 Club when the Pietaster's filmed a DVD, I had been hanging out with the band and drinking most of the day and was in the backstage stage right area and really had to piss so I propped open a door and started to piss on the cobblestones just out back. Well, he came outside and was screaming at me about pissing on his cobblestones, he used his little walkie-talkie thing and two other guys came out and gave me a big shop push broom and a bucket of water and told me to starting cleaning up my piss. I told him it was a bad call to piss on the street, but there was no reason to clean up the streets. I'm sure I was being a smart ass because I was drunk and, well, I'm a smart ass so I don't know what else I said, but he got mad. He called over a cop and they said that they would get me for public intoxication or something unless I cleaned up the piss. I had flown into town just for the weekend, so I had no choice, my friend was begging me to clean it up because they didn't want to go to the jail and deal with getting me out. Just before he gave me the broom, he unscrewed the handle and just gave me like the 2' scrubbing part. So there I was, surrounded by security want to be cops and real cops laughing at me while I was scrubbing fucking cobblestones that I had pissed on with the bottom part of the broom. I was surprised he even let me back in, but he knew I was with the band. Looking back, I'm sure I was more obnoxious than I needed to be, but making me get down and clean it up was kinda lame, it was more about degrading me than anything.


I was the most obnoxious drunk you'd ever wanna meet and did plenty worse than what you did. With that out of the way, there's only one person acting like an asshole in the above story and it's not Josh Burdette. You should've apologized profusely and scrubbed the street the first time he asked you.
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Re: R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby FlexMyHead » Wed Sep 04, 2013 3:34 pm

xxxHunterxxx wrote:
I was the most obnoxious drunk you'd ever wanna meet and did plenty worse than what you did. With that out of the way, there's only one person acting like an asshole in the above story and it's not Josh Burdette. You should've apologized profusely and scrubbed the street the first time he asked you.


Fair enough. I don't remember calling anybody an asshole, just sharing an encounter I had with him, didn't/wouldn't disrespect someone in a thread mentioning that they passed away. I didn't piss in or on the club, but the concrete outside of it and I think threatening to have someone to go to jail was a bit much, but to each their own. Anyway, still thinking about his idea of having eyes on the dragons and that is pretty heavy. I never thought about altering my body when I pass, other than cremation etc.
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Re: R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby FormerLurker » Wed Sep 04, 2013 3:55 pm

xxxHunterxxx wrote: You should've apologized profusely and scrubbed the street the first time he asked you.


LOL no way.
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Re: R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby earthdog70 » Sat Sep 07, 2013 2:42 pm

I did not know him but this is sad. I do have a fond memory of seeing him at a Tommy Keene show at Iota awhile back. He shouted out for a "Strange Alliance" tune, and when Tommy obliged, he was smiling and singing along. :cry:
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Re: R.I.P. Josh Burdette, 9:30 Club manager

Postby NotBaker » Sun Sep 08, 2013 2:24 pm

RIP. I didn't know him personally, but saw him at the 9:30 plenty. I incorrectly assumed he was older than me.
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