Paul Geremia

It’s hard to believe we’re saying goodbye to Paul Geremia. He slipped away peacefully on March 17th, 2026, leaving a hole in our hearts and a legacy of soulful music that will echo for years to come. Born on January 1st, 1945, in Providence, Rhode Island, Paul lived a life steeped in the blues, a passion that burned bright from the very beginning. I remember once, when I was just a kid, he was trying to teach me a simple blues riff on his guitar. I was all thumbs, of course, but he just laughed, a warm, booming laugh that could fill a room, and said, "It's about feeling, kid, not just playing the notes." That was Paul in a nutshell – genuine, encouraging, and always ready with a smile. Family was everything to Paul. He cherished his wife, his children, and his grandchildren, always making time for them, even when he was touring. Sunday dinners at his house were legendary – a chaotic, loving mess of laughter, good food, and impromptu singalongs. He was the kind of grandfather who’d let you stay up past your bedtime to hear a story, and the kind of dad who’d always have your back, no matter what. He carried his Italian heritage with pride, and the aroma of his Nonna’s recipes, lovingly recreated in his own kitchen, will forever be a comforting memory. Paul’s music was his soul. A true bluesman through and through, he dedicated his life to preserving the tradition of acoustic blues, refusing to compromise his artistic vision. He never touched an electric guitar, preferring the raw, honest sound of his voice and his weathered acoustic. His music wasn’t about flashy performances; it was about storytelling, about conveying the pain and joy of the human experience. He touched so many people with his songs, offering solace and connection through his heartfelt lyrics and masterful guitar playing. He wasn’t just a musician; he was a keeper of a vital cultural flame. We’ll miss his stories, his laughter, his music, and most of all, his unwavering kindness. Paul Geremia was a good man, a loving husband and father, a devoted grandfather, and a true artist. He leaves behind a world a little quieter, a little less soulful, but forever enriched by the music he shared. Rest easy, Paul. Your blues will live on.