Brian Jackson Fetzer

Cap’s Off to You Post – posted June 28, 2025

Do you have memories of Brian Jackson Fetzer? Please email to info@storycrossroads.org.

The following video is one of many songs that Brian Jackson Fetzer created. You can watch many more at his YouTube Channel.

While doing a Pioneer show one year, Brian was photographing my set. Somebody else got this shot of us, and I renamed it “DON’T SHOOT” as a visual pun. It has been one of my favorite photos for many years. – Karl Behling, Storyteller

“Weave Us All A Story” – gifted to Olympus Chapter of Utah Storytelling Guild, give credit to Brian Jackson Fetzer

Oh would you weave us all a story
Spin a tale for me.
Tell it like it is or was
Or how it ought to be.
Oh let us weave a wondrous story
Before our dreams grow cold.
Oh now let us weave a story
That never shall grow old.
Please would you weave us all a story
Say it with your eyes.
As mystical as fairy tales,
As free as open skies.
Oh let us weave a wondrous story
Before our dreams grow cold.
Oh now let us weave a story
That never shall grow old.
Oh please would you spin your tales now again
Oh especially for your friends.
And if but few are listening now.
Remember the journey never ends.
So would you weave us all a story
Spend some time with me.
Where else would you rather be,
Than where you ought to be.
Oh let us weave a wondrous story
Before our dreams grow cold.
Oh now let us weave a story that never shall grow old.
That never shall grow old.
That never shall grow old.

Memories from Kathy Schoenhals (Feigal), classmate from East High School:

I remember Brian playing the bassoon in East’s orchestra—he was so earnest! He also sang and played guitar at many of our reunions, sharing his love of music with warmth and sincerity. At his funeral, it was said that Brian endured the pain of much criticism, yet he remained true to himself. He never spoke harshly of others and continued to walk his own path with quiet courage. Brian understood that he saw the world through a different lens. Still, he embraced that perspective and expressed it through music and numerous YouTube videos. He had a creative spirit that couldn’t be dimmed.

When he was younger, Brian made a point of ensuring every girl had a chance to dance at the ward dances—a small act that revealed his deep kindness. Despite lifelong medical challenges, he maintained a bright outlook and a steady faith.

He loved living next to Gilgal Gardens, where he often gave guided tours, quoting Job 19 and speaking passionately about the power of sacred words engraved in stone forever.

Seven and a half years ago, Brian was struck by a car. Even then, he met life with a childlike faith, believing that his trials were shaping him for a greater purpose.

Brian moved through the world with focus, sensitivity, and grace—creating heartfelt music and following a path all his own. His persistence is truly inspiring.

Rest in peace, Brian.