George H. Czernetzky
GEORGE H. CZERNETZKY of Lowell, MA, formally of Somerville, MA passed away on May 13, 2017 at the age of 42.
George left behind his mother Donna, children Jude, Liam and Willow. Also, his brother Vincent, sisters Alicia and Jheri-ane. His uncle Vincent, his fiancee Renee, sister-in-law Danielle, nephews Christian and Vincent and niece Aliyah. Along with many family members and friends.
George was a talented musician and he was proud of his band Colman. George always had a passion for music and his selfies were only posted when he was having a good hair day!!!
Friends and family are welcome to services on Friday, May 19th at 11am. Visiting time is from 9-11am. Services will be held at Boston Cremation, 287 Main Street, Malden, MA.
George is loved by many and will be truly missed.
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My heart is broken for his beautiful family – may he Rest In Peace – George is in paradise now with our Lord – he will rest forever
Love and prayers from the Cassesso Family.
My heart is broken that’s my nephew pass away so soon I am so sorry for the loss for the family Rip love auntie Patty the angels are with you now
So sorry for your loss.
George was a kind, enthusiastic, positive contributor to the music world, as a fan, as a musician, he will be remembered well.
George is a brilliant sincere dude. Real bummer. He & I would book shows together & beside his daughter… music came first. Such a righteous dude. i have a million crazy stories that I probably shouldn’t post here. RIP my friend.
Missing this guy. We met in high school and clicked instantly over our love of the same music. He was just awesome…….. just awesome. We always supported each others artistic endeavors. He and his family are in the hearts and minds of The Sullivan Clan.
A bigger than life persona, George was a fixture in the Boston hardcore scene for many years. I first met him when he was in high school and attending All Ages shows around town. He would trade 7″ records or scrap together enough change (or close enough) to buy a ticket until he started ‘working’ shows, handing out fliers, helping out around the stage, selling merchandise, doing whatever he could do to help out. He befriended many up-and-coming bands and was a big supporter of the scene. George loved talking music, bands, shows, fanzines, you name it. He was easy to get along with, a true friend, and his passion for music was infectious. We fell out of touch for awhile, but when we reconnected at a reunion show a few years back it was great to see him so happy, like he never left. But now he was so happy gushing about Willow and Renee, and it was great to see the pure joy in his face. He left us far too young and will be missed by many, and I hope the good times keep him alive in your memories. RIP old friend, the BHC scene won’t be the same without you.
George was special and I have many fond memories of him. He was a huge help with me and a true friend. You are missed my brother and I know you sit in a special place and in a good place.
May the gods be good to you george. I will cherish our memories. No more earthly struggle my friend. Much love to you and all of your family in this tragic time. Peace
You were sitting on the couch at the Suppression house wearing only a towel the day we met in 1996. We were pretty much inseparable from that moment on. You were my first true love and the next seven years of my life were some of the funnest and most memorable to this day. You left a lasting impression to say the least and I am so thankful you were in my life for 22 years. It just isn’t enough. I am going to miss you so. Rest easy now. Love you bunches.
George was genuinely kind soul. His passion for music & his love for our hardcore community was immeasurable and he is missed.
Rest in peace my friend. You wete a good man. My heart goes out to your family. May God hold you in the palm of his hands.
George was always so incredibly nice to me–big hug every time we’d run into each other. He’ll be missed… rest in peace.
RIP George
So sorry for your loss Alicia. My condolences to you and your family.
I am Traci Shelton’s mom. George was a part of our family for a short time. He will be missed. My heart and prayers go out to his mother and family.
I knew George before He was born. George Sr. was my friend. Tall, Blond, Handsome, Full of Personality and totally Charming. When My Cousin Donna met George it was love at first sight. George took after the best of both Cousin’s Donna and George. The Dashing looks of His Dad and His Massive Compassion of His Loving, Wonderful Mother. Susan and I are not going to wish that George Rest in Peace.That’s Not George. We hope and pray that He is Rocking and Creating Music for All In Heaven.Since the day He learned to walk He was always unstoppable and full of life. Have Fun Cousin.
Rest In Peace and love, my dear friend. I will never forget the memories. We didn’t know it then but they were very special times. My very deepest condolences to all the George’s friends and ohana.
I was 18 when we met. He was still in high school. It was at a crazy house party in Somerville held by some guy named Frank who wouldn’t tell anyone how old he was or what he did for a living. In the sea of weirdos and shenanigans, we sat on the floor and started talking about punk and hardcore music. Before I knew it, it was 3 a.m. and we were riding in the back of Frank’s car searching for open stores because George desperately wanted Cadbury Creme Eggs. He swore a lot for no reason, laughed constantly and infectiously, and did this endearing thing where he rubbed his knees in circles while he talked. He was like a caricature of awesomeness. We hung out the next day. And then all the time. It was like we always had.
I have a trillion memories about a trillion things. People we met. Places we went. Things we did. Records we played and cassette mixtapes we made. Greyhound trips to run around NYC and see shows at CBGBs. Midnight bike rides and train trip beach hangouts. Sleepovers. Answering machine messages. He left lot of answering machine messages. Most of them said, “Jackie, it’s George. Pick up…. You’re not home. Pffft. WHATEVAH with that.” My roommates in each apartment loved to imitate him. There were lunches at Government Crossing on his break from being a mall security guard. Dinners at Buddha’s Delight, where he always ordered the fake chicken tenders and smothered them with hot sauce. Meetups at my job at the Middle East, where we ate hummus and fries and watched the OJ Trial, then he stayed to hang out all night at the shows. We saw so many shows. So. Many. Shows. In Boston and everywhere we could go. There were crazy experiences. Fun experiences. Hard experiences. And epic conversations about everything in life woven within all of it. Whether they were about things he loved, things he didn’t, or just things he found neat or hilarious, he genuinely loved conversation.
And then there was the band and everything that came with it. The music. The tours. The friends. The community. The feeling of belonging to something much bigger than us. The feeling of belonging to something equally intimate and safe…
I was blessed to be a tiny part of something beautiful with him during a special era that connected so many of us and shaped who we were. And It’s humbling to know that after all these years, all that ruckus we made still gave him so much spirit, meaning, and connection to life. We were all just a bunch of misfit kids trying to navigate life and heal ourselves, and creating music together helped us do that. We all loved each other in the best way we could, and that was through music. And no matter how much life has changed, or what it’s brought us, that shared history will always be there. Even with him now gone.
George was one of a kind. Everyone he ever met knew it. He’ll be remembered in every story people tell and retell, in every laugh he still brings, in every replay of his music, and in each of his children, who will make their own way through the world while carrying him with them. Though it’s been a long time and I can’t make any assumptions, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want it any other way.
Wishing him the most heartfelt and well-earned of inner peace. And one last cassette of a single Mazzy Star song on repeat. As odd as it sounds, for every noisy song he ever loved, that one will always be the song that reminds me of him most.
My deepest of condolences to everyone who is hurting over his loss. May your family and friends find the strength to grieve while still cherishing the gifts he gave you. I have no doubt you will.
George is the father of my two children Jude and Liam, my ex-partner of over 10 years and my truly beloved friend. How can I sum up over 20 years of friendship and love that he and I shared, the love and heartbreak and everything in between. How do I put into words all he gave me and our little family? He will always be in my heart and will live on forever in our two boys. He was so loved and he loved so deeply it brings to mind a quote from a Beatles song that truly applies to him; “In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.” Rest in peace, Georgie, we love you so much.
I missed the Wake George. I hopped the wrong bus in a daze… Forgive me brother.. Gonna miss you. Too many memories especially around 1989 to 1994 or so.. Hanging at my house in Medford working on our never ending fanzine minus computer! Lol..Nothing but dimes for the copy machine and a lot of passion.. You’re Richie impressions of Underdog and Into Another fame were hilarious..All the music and most importantly friends that you introduced me to..More recently over last few years we came together again. We shared war stories and successes and I admired your upbeat attitude about things even when life was hard. You’ll never be forgotten.. The stories could fill a book.. R.I.P. My old friend.. Much respect.
Georgie…guess I can finally forget about that $20 you owed me! ‘Ya prick. Lol. I love you buddy. You knew that. So thankful our lives crossed at such a young age and continued on thru all the good times, the parties, and even into “adulthood.” I wish the very best for your Willow. You will never be forgotten my friend…..looking forward to our next belly laugh, making fun of the world, and me trying to talk you into liking bands you laughed at me about. I would’ve done anything for you…..because you would’ve done the same in a minute. I know that. I pray your at peace buddy. Showing off our Boston accent to everyone upstairs! Save me a seat kid!!! -Ward