John Brian Borgesen

Published 5:20 pm Wednesday, April 23, 2025

John Brian Borgesen

January 2, 1958 – April 15, 2025

John Brian Borgesen (JB) was born on January 2, 1958, in Austin, Minnesota, and passed away on April 15, 2025, at his home in Sturgis, Michigan.

A lifelong mechanic and purveyor of guitars, John combined his knack for fine-tuning automobiles with a deep instinct for stringed instruments. Though he could have earned “the big bucks” as a sought-after mechanic for major names in the auto world, John always preferred running his life to his own tune—in every way.

For over 30 years, John owned and operated “JB Guitars” in Sturgis, Michigan, earning a local reputation as a master of guitar repair. Self-taught on both drums and guitar, he frequently shared his musical gifts in informal jam sessions with friends and family. He played guitar and drums in several local bands over the years and ran soundboards for events like the Sturgis Toy Run.

John’s family remembers him for his quick wit and trademark cackle. He could always be counted on to protest “the Man” and lived his life as a true independent. We fondly recall him playing air guitar and belting out classic rock with typical John flair. Much to his sister Mary’s chagrin, he took his young nieces and nephews on impromptu motorcycle jaunts and countryside car races. In more recent years, political banter became his favorite sport.

He is survived by his six nieces and nephews: Sara Knutson Zervos, Jennifer Knutson, Andrew Knutson, Jonas Knutson, Amy Borgesen Cook, and Laurel Borgesen Ferrieri. He is also survived by his very special friends: Lee, Paul, Tim, and Verna.

John was preceded in death by his sister, Mary Murrill; his brother, David Borgesen; his mother, Jane Arlene Moore; and his father, Byron Borgesen. The family takes comfort in imagining him reunited with them.

John hated fuss and ceremonies, so in true JB style, there will be no service. Instead, loved ones are invited to raise a private toast, spin one of his favorite records, and share a few stories—no fanfare allowed. Otherwise, he’ll come back and yell at us!

We will miss JB dearly. We love you, Uncle John.