For the many friends of Christopher Bock
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8/1/06My Brother Christopher...You're passing has me stunned, sad, angry and dizzy.Jeez dude... we saw each other at my wedding just 3.5 short weeks ago. You looked truly happy for Sheila and I. That paled in comparison to our happiness just having your immense presence there.You meant so much to me and so many others. I can't think of too many folks that had such a positive and far reaching impact not only in NorCal, but across North America and across the world.You impact on our lives cannot and will not be taken for granted. Your spirit lives on in all of us. I’m certain that when we are making life and professional decisions going forward, we will ask “how would Christopher handle this?” That my friend is the true mark of a mentor; of which you were to so many of us.Don’t worry about Sofie and Tashie… we will collectively band together and take care of them although never as much as you could and did. You were truly happiest when you were in their presence. You had a special sparkle in your eyes as you made pancakes for them… You were the quintessential Super Dad!!!You used to lament not being in a position to play music due to business and personal commitments... I trust that you have some conga drums nearby as you swing on a hammock between two palm trees. You’re finally in a place where there are no board meetings, quotas or corporate BS. Chill my friend, you’ve earned it! Bang those drums loudly my brother… I know when the wind is blowing just right, we’ll hear you and feel you in our hearts and minds.Respect.Dino Virella
Christopher- As you would have said, No one gets out of here alive!though lately I struggled to stay in touch, your warmth and gregarious nature was always the best of blessings- And I know that the struggles were hard- but through all of those your composure was quite quick and sure.You were quite the prankster as well- I fondly remember how you mentioned that when in college during the second Reagan election, that you posed as a Young Republican and made off with several hundred Reagan/Bush campaign signs which you drove straight to an out of the way dumpster...These were things I think of when I think of you.As all of us knew- you lived hard- perhaps not taking the best care of yourself- but with that, you LIVED hard- you went for it all the time, you seemingly had few regrets about missed chances- you were not afraid, period. Of success, of failure of seemingly nothing. This was the reason we were attracted to you- And loved you. I will catch up with you later my friend-charles maynes
Christopher influenced my life and so many others in oh so many ways. He was always generous to newcomers, but he was also quite shy in his way. We communicated as musicians, and he helped me find my center in my job as general manager of Digidesign when it was all new to me (and to him!). We spent a lot of time talking in the past couple of years – his kids, music, the state of the world (always those light conversations ;-), food (always important to both of us ;-), people we knew and liked, and where the business was going and how we’d get it there…We’d circle each other – bump into each other and catch up – IM lil’ messages from odd corners of the world at wee hours as we traveled.Somehow I feel that if I just listen, a phantom message will pop-up or appear from the ether to tell me the next story, the next-big-thing, the creative spark right around the corner – a message from Christopher. I will listen, and think of him.- Dave Lebolt
No doubt, Christopher had this way about him where he left a smiling impression on every single persons life that knew him. He certainly taught me a lifetime of lessons in only knowing him for 7 months. In fact, I hope friends and family may share some of their CB stories with those of us that did not have the fortune of knowing him as well.MAKE THE BEST OF EVERY MOMENTI've got a very big red leather chair, which I was compelled to bring into my office one day... not even exactly sure why I brought it in. I now know why. Last month, I had a meeting with CB. I was quite concerned, and was out of breath when I arrived 15 minutes late. To my surprise, I found CB asleep in the big red chair, with his sunglasses on, feet propped on my desk chair, smiling away in a dream. In perfect CB style, he made the best of the moment. I didn't want to wake him, but as I did, it was as if he continued his dream awake. He said something to the affect of, "What are we doing? Why are we having a business meeting?!" and insisted that I open these computer speakers that had been collecting dust in the box for 6 months, so he could show me a band called Mr. North which he recorded. I see CB everyday in the big red chair and I laugh.LEARN TO LAUGH AT YOURSELFCB decided to cut his long hair to shoulder length, and when I first saw him with the new haircut, I just said, "Hey CB, what's up?" He corrected me by saying, "Just call me Ashley". Confused, I repeated back, "Ashley?!" to which he said, "Yea, my daughter called me Ashley this morning, because she says I look like Ashley Simpson with this haircut!" HAHAHAH....RIP CB!-Jason North
Having spent only a little time in your presence, but having had many a story told to me of your antics. I wondered before I met you how this person could even exist, on meeting you I was so presently suprised you surpassed ever story told. I found your unique life force one seldom if ever encountered. Able to see lifes pitfalls for what they are but still able to navigate an interesting and individual path thru it all. I hope that whatever lies before you offers you the glow and joy you have brought to so many you have encountered. CB you did what so many people can only wish too... hats or should I say sunglasses off to you. From an eternally influenced friend
These pictures of Christopher were taken on his 29th birthday. He was unemployed and bankrupt (literally). With his unique blend of fatalism and optimism, he talked that day about how he did not expect to live to 40 and how he planned to spend those years "living large". There was no drama – and he wasn't kidding – it was a matter-of-fact and very conscious plan. Just few weeks after these photos were taken we started working at Digidesign. Christopher's prized (and only) possessions at the time were cowboy boots (stolen, I think), a barber chair, leather jacket, and congas. He had no car, no license and no credit, so we carpooled for what seemed like an eternity (particularly when he hadn't washed his one pair of jeans for a week or so). He had a pretty lowly position at the time, but he was working the big idea from the very first day.I don't know if Christopher talked much about his notion of a short life well lived with many people, but it informed everything he did. He embodied exuberance, with an appetite for the best of everything. In any city in the world, he knew the coolest restaurant, the quirkiest hotel, the nastiest dive bar and where to find the Russian fashion models. When we traveled together, I was often well outside of my comfort zone, and even though we wound up in some pretty sketchy situations, I always felt safe.He was enormously generous, he was, on occasion, equally infuriating. We've all had a glimpse of a life led well, and an enormous void in its wake.
I had the honor to not only work with CB for the last 10 years, but also to become a close friend and a coastside neighbor. Honestly, I lack the writing skills to do justice in text to what CB has meant to my life in terms of personal and professional growth over the years. As I sit and think of what has happened and all the time and experiences we had together, the one overwhelming and unifying thought that keeps popping in my head is the passion that CB had : These days I see so many people longing for something to be passionate about: CB had a passion for so many things : music, friends, family, parenthood, work, scuba diving..the list goes on and on. I never had a boring coversation with Christopher... it was unheard of and if the topic wasnt something he was passionate about, well, it just wasnt worth discussing :) I am so grateful for all the life lessons I learned from Christopher and for being a part of his life over the last 10 years... truly, friends like him are very unique and should be treasured like the gems that they are. Its a shame that we seem to lose sight of this in our everyday busy lives.Christopher ,I dont think I will ever be able to wake up and look out at the ocean without thinking of you ...I owe you so much, and while I always made it a point to tell you this from time to time, let me say it again here: Thank you for making me part of your world.Tim Carroll
It is almost impossible for me to put into words the sadness I feel. At the same time I can’t put into words the effect Christopher had on me. CB was both a friend and an inspirational leader to all of us. He had so many friends and to each it seems a different, but very meaningful relationship. I can’t imagine Digi without him. I thank CB for making me come back to Digi and telling Paul to hire me. We both thought he was nuts, but six years later I am still so grateful. I spent the worst nightmare vacation of my life with CB in Mexico, and one of the best in Honduras when we swam and worked with dolphins. I will always remember the many Jimmy Buffett shows we went to and the crazy time we danced on stage and opened the show. At work I will never forget your office, and I will always miss the stir you created every time you passed by my office in route to the backdoor for a smoke.CB I hope the currents take you to clear warm waters. I will think of you whenever I’m diving. I will miss you dearly. Your friend, Mary
CB was magical. I don't believe in magic, but I can I truly say I believe in CB's magic. He had a way of touching and changing people like no one I've met. I am deeply saddened by our loss of CB. Each morning as I drive to Digi, look at the ocean, and pass Red Ginger I will think of him. I can remember the first time I met CB about 7 years ago in his chaotic office in Palo Alto (yes, chaotic – I thought it was a storage closet). I remember talking to him about his early days at Digi and I asked him, "What was your first job here?" He replied, "Janitor." Typical CB answer – it still makes me smile today. CB - Thank you for all the good memories and friendship over the past years. Thank you for all the late night "crab fests" at your house and the breakfasts at the Twinberry. Thank you for showing me Half Moon Bay - where I finally ended up residing and becoming a neighbor. Thank you for introducing me to Jamaica. And most of all, thank you for being you and touching my life...I will miss you my friend.- Leigh Newsome
If you didn't make me laugh when you passed by you at least brought a big smile to my face...keep on rockin' in the free World, big guy
Although I worked at Digi from ‘95-‘98, my memories of working with Christopher are vivid. At the time the Marketing Dept was in upheaval and for some time Christopher didn’t have an actual job title, but he would show up to work anyway. It seemed his job was just to keep the good vibes and creative energy going. Had I known CB would eventually become my boss, I never would have left Digi, a place I loved. I will never forget how CB would come in my office to have a chat. He would always, ALWAYS make me smile and laugh and then suddenly he would get up and leave. He was always on the go. Spreading his magic, as someone else wrote. I remember passing him in the hall and always giving him a high five. I remember going into his insanely messy office and pushing away something ridiculous, like a monkey or a squished coke can to sit in a chair and he would take the time from whatever he was doing to help answers questions for me. He was a decision maker. He was a born leader. He made the most complex issues look simple. CB was brilliant. I haven’t talked to CB in two years, but I will always think of him as one of those unforgettable people you are lucky enough to have had the pleasure of knowing. CB, I hope you are out there listening. You were and, will always be a star.Natalie
Dearest Christopher, knowing you for only four short years was not enough.. Watching you walk towards our exhibit in the show hall always brought a smile to my face, ok the truth, I no longer had to worry about your room being cancelled because of a no show.Your genuine concern about how things were in my world was something you always made a point to ask. And when things weren't going so well, you took the time to talk to me and coach me through in a way that only CB could do.Somehow at the end of our conversation I always felt better. I know it was because youcared and that made all the difference in the world.I'm sad to think that you might not have known how much I appreciated you and that really hurts. Thank you!Victoria Faveau
Christopher Bock was a gem of a human being who lived life fully. CB was so kind and thoughtful, insightful, intelligent, caring, warm and witty. His friendship is something I really cherished and I will miss him greatly! I was shocked and depressed by the news of his departure, especially since I just talked to him 10 days ago and I had promised to come visit him in San Francisco soon. However, I'm uplifted greatly by the memories CB left me with -- of his humor and wackiness, the cool and strange things he gave me (like the remote controlled electronic mouse he sent to me as a cat toy and the emily strange trading cards...), the philosophical and humorous random text messages, the supportive phone calls, the gambling adventures in Vegas... I was truly devastated by the news of the loss of CB. But at the same time, I'm uplifted by the great memories I have of him. And I think that's how he would like us all to be thinking right now - laughing and comforted by the great memories we shared with him. What a special person he was! I feel blessed by the universe to have known him as a close friend. Steph Jorgl
What becomes of the broken hearted?
Christopher Bock was my friend, mentor, brother, scuba buddy, life, idol, shrink and compass. There is nothing I wanted to say to Chris I have not told him, there is no emotion I wanted to express to Chris I have not expressed.There is nowhere I wanted to go with Chris I have not gone...We went to Hawaii, London, Germany, France, Switzerland, Mexico, Jamaica, Miami, NY, LA, Vegas, Honduras, Belize, Cayman and Ireland. We flew to great height's and dove to great depths. He was an unreal father, boss, shoulder, listener, guide, He WAS lager than life.He was a citizen of the world and made us all citizens of his world too. He made us to look beyond ourselves and find the best in everyone. I am proud to say Christopher Bock was my friend, my buddha, my soul mate. I'll miss you Chris.John McGleenan
OK CB, I admit it. When I heard the news I was damn angry. Angry at your smoking (my mother died of emphasema); angry that you didn't take better care of yourself (who am I to talk); and angry that I was deprived of a friendship that was still in its relative infancy (of three years). When people at Digi would talk about "great CB moments," although envious, I was also content in the knowledge that I too would one day share lots of those stories up close and personal. Why? Because I knew that if you were on CB's dance card, you were probably on for life. And, no one made it more clear than you who the people were that you liked, loved, trusted, and respected. Introducing me once as "our cool HR dude," made me feel as if I'd just won the Nobel Peace Prize. Being offered back stage passes from you, to take my daughter to a concert, made this tragically un-hip dad score more points than Kobe on a hot night. I'd gladly trade my CB memories for a few more months of having you around. Quite simply, my friend, they don't make em like you anymore. Gary
I am not quite sure whether this is some kind of a strange dream or whether you actually are gone. I feel like I stepped down to a darker than dark and sad place while I was going through all the emotions of disbelief, shock, deep sadness and anger after hearing the news. Then while I was sitting outside staring into the sky, I think I felt you in the little breeze of a wind that was quietly rippling the leaves of the trees. Did you come and say “it’s ok”? You pretty much left us here like lost little puppies scrambling, trying to pull ourselves together, to focus and to carry on again. You were a great friend and a crazy person to report to... But mostly you were compassionate, warm and caring. A friend I’ll never stop thinking about. So, my dear friend – rest in peace. Or wait, no that’s not how it ends. I am sure there’s a big kitchen wherever you are.Pull out a large pot.Get some jambalaya cooking with extra habaneras.When it’s all simmered and just right, call me.Goodnight Christopher. Sirpa
When I first heard about CB’s passing my first thoughts, after recovering from my shock and profound sadness, were like a photo album – a slide show of moments in time. After nearly eleven years there are quite a few; but the two that seem to get a lot of replay are 1) his walking down the hall with Natasha and Sophia trying to reason them through their difference of the moment, and 2) his carrying his new puppy Jack. I think these stand out because they represented a side of CB that was him but the antithesis of what we saw in his role as Digidesign VP of Sales & Marketing.CB will be my Reader’s Digest “My Most Unforgettable Character”. I will remember him standing in my office door, combing his hair back with his fingers, convincing me of the merits of his newest idea.I realize that I admire CB more than I ever knew – he lived more in a day than I live in a month. I wish I realized this before – I could have asked him for lessons.Bless you CB. Bless us all.Elizabeth Hernandez
I've known Christopher for 17 years. We met at Sam Ash Pro when I was hired by Paul Rice for sales of budding digital audio/midi recording systems right next to David Charles and Robert Miller.I primarily worked on IBM PC's and had thought that was the best thing going.Then I met Christopher a Mac guy with all the different ways of thinking that Apple was not yet widely known for. He gave me a demo of Sound Tools in an effort to help him sell it in to the pro audio community. It did amazing things but I didn't feel comfortable using it so I asked him to give me some lessons on how to operate this new seemingly confusing technology. I got a system setup in my upper west side studio and invited CB over for some training and dinner afterwards. Dinner? he said Yeah we're having salmon with lime sauce I said. What time ? he said. Right after work. So he quickly accepted. CB shows up at my door and we go right over to the system and he starts showing me how to work it. I expected to be learning for an hour before dinner and then some time afterward. Well CB sat down and in ten minutes or less had showed me how to use it and made it amazingly clear as to how this entire system operated then he said "let's eat!" This was just one of CB's talents.... Taking something that seemed difficult and tedious and making it easy and fun. CB some years later hired me and I'm almost ten years now at Digidesign!Every hurdle and hang up along the way has been somehow simplified and conquered again and again. This is a quality you can't manufacture. I learned so much from CB and I'm just realizing it now. I'll miss him for the rest of my time in this dimension.Bruce MacPherson
Music... music... music... music... creativity... music... food... music... music... music... guinness... music... inspiration... music... laughter... music... music... creativity... music... music... food... work... music... generosity... music... music... laughter... sleep... music... music... music... generosity... music... music... food... sleep... music... work... (rough day)... music... music... inspiration... work... smoke... chaos... creativity... music... music... generosity... music... music... food... music... work... generosity... work... food... smoke... guinness... music... generosity... chaos... smoke... laughter... music... food... work... work... laughter... work... smoke... food... music... work... work... generosity... work... laughter... inspiration... generosity... food... work... work...I've known CB for almost 30 years.music... my friend.RB
The self-help websites and inspirational books of the world agree: life is finite and oftentimes too short – so we should all resolve to spend our time away from folks who drain us, and more time in the company of folks who inflate us, make us laugh, make us play, make us sing – folks who fill us with the steam of life.So, CB – is there any wonder why you had no time alone? You couldn’t get from the lunchroom to the front desk without six people following you. Dinner with you at Musikmesse was the ticket to the best food and the most laughs. Digi visitors from Europe and Asia would fly here, arrive deliriously tired, and make the trip over the hill to Half Moon Bay to party at your house until after midnight. I wish everyone at Digi could have spent time at your place. Its walls shouted with every color of the spectrum – a new set of walls was recently covered in a layer of iron that was treated with acid to make them “rust.” You had a collection of music and art large enough to fill a museum – not to display your opulence, though. Your house, in its millions of parts and pieces, was there for us to hold, strum and beat on. In the afternoon before dinner, you would head to the docks in Princeton Harbor to make sure that whatever you cooked for us was just-caught fresh. You would cook endless, delicious and beautiful meals and send me home with as many Zip-Loc bags as I could carry. I wish I could go to your house this weekend and play some lame riffs on your keyboard until dinner was ready while preventing my son from impaling himself on one of the handmade artifacts you brought back from your travels. I wish your girls and my son could go to the skate park together or watch the surfers. I wish I could pick your brain about one more MassivePack over coffee. Anticipating that next time with you, whatever and wherever it was to be, made me feel happier in my heart as the years went by – and I was ready for these years to keep coming for far longer. It still stuns me that you are gone and I miss you so much. Despite some days when we “red-line” it at work – days that can seem more oppressive than they are musical - your sprawling, creative, generous soul leaves this world with hundreds of us feeling grateful to work at Digidesign and spend time with one another. Each of us, to a person, has you to thank for Digi being as it is. You never stopped giving yourself to us, and you never stopped making Digi a great place to show, play and shout about to the world. With love for you, and great awe of who you are and what you gave to us, please know that I’ll remember you forever and will not ever likely encounter anyone like you. I hope that you’re hanging out on a beach in the heavenly equivalent of Jamaica – all of our feelings of love and awe washing over you in eternity. With endless thanks and love,Ed Gray
To Christopher,I'm sorry to see you go, my friend. You were such a wonderfully funny, intelligent guy that was a real ally to people like me - musicians in the field. A calming, relaxing presence with a lot of insight and respect for everyone around you. Much love, all the best to you in the next life, and my thoughts are with your family.Best,Justin Meldal-Johnsen
I've known Christopher for 32 years now. Chris, which is the name he went by when I first met him in 1974, was my first drum teacher in the 8th grade. He was only two years older than me, which at the time seemed like a lot. He was one of the "big" kids in high school and I "looked up" to him. He opened my ears and turned me on to jazz and a lot of cool things, including basketball, good food, marching band and, of course, girls. He was my hero on the drums and my mentor beyond the drum set. He became like a big brother to me. We became close friends and would hang out more and more in the years to come. Chris had a dynamic personality, which encouraged me to come out of my shell, as I was quite shy and reserved. One day, when he was over at my house, he boldly waved at the new girl who had just moved in across the street (that I had a mad crush on) just to get her attention for me. I was sooooooo embarrassed! But hey, it worked – the girl & I were soon dating and eventually riding around in Chris's parent's car, the famous white Mustang. Chris had just gotten his driver's license and we were [all] the guinea pigs! Oh, how I wish I could travel back right now to those fun times with Chris.I remember that Chris not only liked good food, but that he liked it hot and spicy as well. I think that for him, the hotter the better, just to spite those of us with lesser tolerances. I remember watching in disbelief as he devoured a hot 'n spicy triple-garlic pizza at Frankie Johnnie & Luigi's – have some pizza with your garlic, Chris!I had a gig at [Marriott's] Great America in the summer of 1984 and would have "Topher" (as the cast and crew referred to him) sub for me on occasion. The gig included drumming, singing and, believe it or not, dancing! I think this might have been Christopher’s big dancing debut.During the Full Moon Tan era, Christopher was again my hero on the drums. I remember my girlfriend & I going to see Christopher play with Full Moon Tan at the Varsity (now Barnes & Noble, Palo Alto). There he was, in a muscle shirt and wild make up on the stage, playing and singing, "No Money, No Chick, No Car . . . " Does anybody remember Full Moon Tan? They were good! Well, maybe too good that night, because later that year Christopher & my then X-girlfriend became an item! You see, we had both fallen in love with the same woman. This, of course, drove a stake between us. We naturally had a falling-out, but then would eventually mend our fences a few years later.Christopher and I would occasionally talk on the phone in the years that followed. However, things would never quite be the same between us again. How unfortunate. I really missed that connection we had. Christopher was to me the closest I will ever come to having a big brother. I almost called him up a few months ago to congratulate him on his new appointment at Digi, but figured he might be too busy . . . or was I the one who was too busy? Now I'll never have that chance again and I deeply regret it.Jeff Hanson
Chris, I'm shocked! I was just talking about you to David Gould (UK Prod Specialist) about how we worked together at Marriot's Great America , then ran into each other in NYC at AES show. I was working for Synclavier and you for that "New hopeful upstart" :-) Digidesign. You guys displayeed on a single folding table outside NED's suite! Ha ha ha "Who's the man now?" Well you've now met "The Man" and I'm sorry we've lost you but I'll see ya later. Last we saw each other in Frankfurt you told me another Great America alumni had passed...yeah we never know when our time's up. Don't forget God thinks he's Buddy Rich! So don't try and show him up! :-)Drummers love and more for ya, Floyd Adams, DA3RD
Dear CB,With your spontaneous, natural and overflowing generosity, I was never quite sure how to say “thank you”. You certainly made me feel like I would never have to, but I have so much to thank you for.Believing in me, giving me the single biggest opportunity of my career and more importantly finding me a cool nickname so nobody would have to try and pronounce my last name,Sending me on a grueling month-long tour of Europe, and then inviting me to Jamaica for one of the most unforgettable vacations of my life,Switching off my flashlight on my first night dive off the cliffs of Negril to show me the magnificent glow of the Caribbean Sea,Finding the only stretch limousine in Paris and spending New Year’s Eve 2001 cruising the city while drinking the most amazing champagne,Finding me passed out in the bathroom of U2’s Clarence Hotel in Dublin after a night of culinary excess at the Team Room restaurant,Asking me to pick you up at Heathrow airport and, realizing it was sunny for once, suggesting we should buy a BBQ so you could prepare your infamous “f…” chicken. I remember none of us were able to speak for a few hours after that…Letting me stay at your place instead of a depressing hotel room every time I was visiting California on business, making me feel so comfortable and at home,Leaving your signature 20-minute long diatribes on my voicemail, those sparks of sheer genius occurring at ungodly hours and originating from the weirdest places on the planet,Giving me the keys to your recording studio, allowing me to revive a passion for songwriting and music making.You touched and influenced my life in so many essential ways. You were my friend, boss, mentor, even father at times, and I feel somewhat lost now that you won’t be around anymore. I don’t think I will ever truly accept that you are gone; someone like you never really disappears.10 days ago, we had dinner, drank Bordeaux and had a great time with our good Digi friends up in Sea Ranch. I went to bed early. I wish I hadn’t. The next day, you passed me on Highway 101 in you super fast MINI, we waved at each other, both looking forward to going home.Francois “Q” Quereuil
Could someone please tell me the cause of death ?This must be horrible for the two daughters
After a fair amount of digging in my hard drives, I found a few good pics of CB. Check them out athttp://www.flickr.com/photos/fquereuil/
CB scheduled a trip to New Orleans many years ago, ostensibly to visit high-profile clients ensconced in that city who were using Digi gear on their new record. He called me on the Thursday that he arrived, and said he'd be over to our studio in a couple of hours....THREE DAYS later (Sunday), CB called and said he'd "gotten a little distracted by all the restaurants" and showed up at our studio, clearly well-fed but suffering somewhat from the various perils of the French Quarter, we fiddled with gear for a half-hour or so before the pronouncement came from CB:"Well, that's about enough of this. You guys hungry? Galatoire's? Brennan's? Acme?"CB is one of the few people who I can see once every few years and pick up right were we left off, with no guilt for not having been in touch sooner, just pleasure at meeting again.He will be missed.
Christopher....as soon as i heard the news it filled me with such sadness... my heart goes out to your wonderful and lovely daughters and to all your friends and family.. reading the comments on this blog leaves me with such great reminders of all the times our lives fortunately crossed paths and i feel lucky to have had the opportunity to call you a friend.. i love how everyone knows and describes you the same way i would! Larger than life... generous... free spirited.. genius... filled with humor and a lust for life! thanks so much for being a part of our lives... knowing you has been a gift...
I've known Chris for over 15 years coming to Jamaica. I was his favourite taxi driver here in Jamaica.I've known Chris to be one of the best person I've ever met.Always looking forward to pick him up at the airport with his kids and friends. The first thing he always want was a red stripe beer and jerk chicken. He's always loving to his 2 daughters and friends. My heart still cry to know about his death. Every thanksgiving I've always looked forward to see Chris and his friends Jeff and John and the rest of the crew. Chris will be sadly miss by me, Tony and all the Tensing Pen staff. Chris is gone but not forgotten. You're always in my heart.Respect everytimeTONY
Like so many others writing here and others I have spoken to over the last few days I am proud and privileged to have known and worked with CB.It still seems to me that I will get a call from him asking me to pick him up from an airport somewhere in Europe at a time and place often where he wasn’t expected and we will then spend a whirlwind few days at a trade show or in meetings. Worldwide time zones and work times became blurred and meaningless but everything always got done alongside the best of entertainment possible wherever we were.CB’s reputation for doing things differently and not by the book was well deserved and undoubtedly led to things being achieved that otherwise would not have been. Many was the time I was asked by people who had never met him to confirm various legends that were attributed to him such was the aura that followed him about.I am sure that whenever people gather who knew him, his memory will be strongly celebrated and we will still feel him with us.jed
I thought these Cash lyrics would be appropriate.....To Canaan's land I'm on my wayWhere the soul of man never diesMy darkest night will turn to dayWhere the soul of man never diesNo sad farewellsNo tear dimmed eyesWhere all is loveAnd the soul never diesDear friends there'll be no sad farewellsThere'll be no tear-dimmed eyesWhere all is peace and joy and loveAnd the soul of man never diesThe rose is blooming there for meWhere the soul of man never diesAnd I will spend eternityWhere the soul of man never diesThe love light beams across the foamWhere the soul of man never diesIt shines and lights the way to homeWhere the soul of man never diesMy life will end in deathless sleepWhere the soul of man never diesAnd everlasting joys I'll reapWhere the soul of man never diesI'm on my way to that fair landWhere the soul of man never diesWhere there will be no parting handWhere the soul of man never dies Time may be the one with wings but we're the one's who have to fly. CB, I know you'll still be there each and every day helping us all to fly.J-Dub
Here are a few trade show photos I found....http://www.flickr.com/photos/52981174@N00/
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CB - You'll be sorely missed. '98-'02 NAMM, AES, and many Digiworlds you would pop in and out on your busy schedule but always filled the room with life with your presence. I hope there is rest for you where ever you might be. Daja- Austin Ottosen
http://www.flickr.com/photos/56645141@N00/I'm kinda bumming hard right now. I've lost a lot of dear people to me the past couple of years. CB was an extremely powerful influence on me while I was at Digi. I'm gonna miss the chance to reconnect with him.~ Bryan Kilfoil
Christopher,One day, I had the chance to meet a genius, and it was you. It was an incredible experience for me and wanted to thank you.Now you have the best place to show us the way.Big respect,Nicolas Dussert
“I don’t make you feel special; I just remind you that you are special.” -David F. SimsChristopher reminded me that I was special. During a difficult period in my life, Christopher took the time to talk. He posed questions that required me to stop, think and reflect. In return, he answered my questions openly and honestly. He opened his home to me and shared his friends with me. He did all of this without hesitation.CB was encouraging and supportive.Over the past couple of years, as lives changed and time moved on and Christopher and I lost touch, it was still a simple pleasure to know that he was out there. To know that he was living a full life and sharing his passions and exploring the world with his daughters, always put a smile on my face. CB: As I sit here and stare at your picture and cry…again… I think about the time shared and the memories created away from the maddening crowd and trade show floor. Thank you, thank you, thank you… You will be forever in my heart.Jamey D'Amato
Dear Christopher,Wherever you are, I hope you're playing ZBRA music and not worrying about the bottom line. In a corporation that became more about business than music, you remained the face of the music for me.Thanks for putting out your cigarette and stuffing the butt in your back pocket when you visited. It was a charming gesture of respect that I had not seen before and have never seen since.You left all of us wishing we had the chance to say goodbye...KK Proffitt
dearest sophie and tashie: it’s been almost 5 years since i saw the two of you, though your dad always told me how you were going whenever i talked to him. in my mind’s eye the images of you together with your dad are probably some of my fondest memories of my time in california. i’m sure that people will tell you of your dad’s generous spirit and how welcoming he was. and he was – he offered me shelter, not only a place to stay for a while, but friendship and understanding when i felt new and a bit lost. when I think of your dad, i think of the coast line from half moon bay down the winding highway 1 to pescadero. He’d be so impatient to pick you up, get the cooler stocked with your favourite food and drinks, and he always packed a million beach towels to make sure he could keep you warm and dry. I think of him and his wild hair and the two of you strapped in his messy car, blasting miles davis and jimmy buffet: smiling to watch you in the rear view mirror: tashie, with your binky firmly in, bopping your head and you, sophie, wriggling along to music and chatting a mile a minute about what you wanted to do at the beach.i think of you two squealing with laughter as your dad bungeed you into your wet suits and him running you one after the other sitting in the crook of his arm towards the great big pacific waves. Tashie, you would have plunged in bare in any weather, heedless of the cold or the height of the waves, a slippery seal in your dad’s arms, the two of you ready to go on an aquatic adventure. He never held you back but he kept a watchful eye; you once magically appeared bareback on a horse and where i had been whirling round to find you, your dad had been quietly watching you charm a lady riding on the beach and was smiling at the elation on your face. Tashie, even then you shared his sense of wild abandon and to him you were an awe inspiring force of nature. You are of the same spirit, wind and waves and sea spray.Sophie, ever the inquisitive philosopher, you two would solemnly chat at the water’s edge, and the artist in you marked the changing colours and imagined shapes of the waves and clouds, your dad raptly listening to your every word, patiently waiting for you to give the word to jump in. Sophie, your dad valued your thoughts and your dreams, and marveled at what you felt and told him, he always wanted to nurture these dreams and let you figure things out for yourself. He loved to dream with you, and he always talked with you and not to you, you had his heart, mind and soul. You were his delight, his confidante, his beautiful girl.as different as you two were, you always came back laughing and shivering with your dad, and eventually all three of you would fall asleep in one big heap, warmed by the sun, tummies full of hot dogs and apple juice.i remember the three of you watching Yellow Submarine, over and over and over and singing and dancing and playing percussion with him. when he played his instruments with you, he was as open and eager as if he was a child with you, feeling every note and loving every second. i remember walking with him on the beach or leaning on the kitchen counters as he talked about you, the strengths he saw in each of you, and what he hoped. he once told me, he wanted each of you to grow up with no inhibitions: to dance whenever you wanted, to sing at the top of your voices, to draw or paint, to be able to express your thoughts and feelings and not critique any of it as if it was a piece of work. know that your dad adored you, he was at his best when he was around you: it is pure and true. though i am at a distance, my memories of your dad and how he loved you are as bright and shining as the days i shared with you. my thoughts are with you sophie and tashie, and with all your family. i share your sense of loss and sadness.Su (england)
I met you first time in Nashville 1998, before I new about it I was traveling around US with you on the most crasy Digi-tour, you came to Denmark and visit my house, wee met in Berlin, London… life was changed. You was a rear species having such a huge impact on the world around you, Your home in Half-moon bay was always open and many late nights was spend there thinking big thoughts about every aspects of music, business, live, you was a mentor and a milestone in my live, sure the world would be a more boring place without you around.
Christopher, friend, mentor, valued business partner...One of those CB calls... Arriving back in Europe after SummerNamm just some weeks ago. Within 5 minutes after touch down my phone rang 'Hey, it's Christopher, I'm in Amsterdam, want to do dinner tonight?'. Of course. Dinners with CB are always a source of inspiration, fun and guaranteed awesome food. Forget the jetlag, no worries on tight deadlines. A dinner with CB you don’t want to miss.It was a hot evening in Amsterdam. Sophia and Natasha swam in the fountain on the Leidseplein. You looked happy and healthy, made pictures of those 2 beauties. I could see the love in your eyes for those 2 girls. We had beers and Whiskey. Life was good. We made plans, talked about going diving together. Was it the Whiskey? Not sure… But I'm so happy now, that I finally got to tell you how much you meant to me, as a person and as a mentor. A few days later one of our dear friends called me to tell me the horrible news.Still can't realize you're no longer here. Thanks again for everything you gave to this world and for everything I learned from you. The bizz will not be the same with you, but you will remain being a great inspiration.Natasha, Sophia, take care… Let me know if there is anything I can do.Rutger
I first met Christopher with two other dear friends. Anyone these people would introduce me to must be incredibly special.... And thus he was, and is. That was at a restaurant in Amsterdam, and Christopher raised the topic of conversation as "Leave the park a better place than you found it." Not knowing him for five minutes, he was exploring what I did to make this world a better place. I had to get my head out of tradeshow and work mode. Ah yes, real life and what impact I have made to this planet? How many friends do I have that actually put a thoughtful and meaningful challenge to me? That will last a lifetime, that challenge....... so rare that is. From there, a dive trip to Belize was orchestrated. And the next year, one to Roatan, Honduras. We were due another trip just now. Christopher brought life to those trips. So generous and thoughtful. He was always first with the mementos, sneaking off in order to swag us all out with little pins or keychains. He created the little diving club that I was so grateful to be a part of, and fellow Belize Dive Club members: we will keep on together. You know it. We are not just a gathering of Christopher's scuba friends, but a special club! Christopher, I will think of you often. I sure will miss you at the trade shows. You are such an inspiration to me, and a reminder daily that life can only be led as yourself. It is always OK to be yourself, to be real, to be true. As you were. I know that underwater, my dive buddy, you will be keeping an eye out for me... ---EveAnna Manley
Christopher, I have so much gratitude for you. I thank you for all you gave me over the years that I could never hope to repay. I thank you for the memories that will always make me shake my head and smile. I thank you for being the unconventional in my conventional world. Thank you the insightful comment that would make the complicated simple. Thank you for never conforming and rarely playing it safe. Thank you for your vision, leadership, and so much inspiration. Thanks for the great food. Thank you for making it all so much fun. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for your never ending generosity. Thank you for the music. Thank you for the time on a beach, or in a hammock, or on a river, or on a houseboat, or with a scuba tank. Thank you so much for Sophie and Tashi. Thanks for including me in your huge world. Thank your for all the lessons. Thank you for your friendship. I’m humbled and honored to have been a part of your life. I will never forget any of it. Rest in Peace, CB.- Dave A.
I've never met or heard of CB before I received the Digi condolence email which brought me here. After reading all the comments and memories entered, I can only feel sadness for never meeting a man like CB who has evidently influenced numerous people to do the best they can, and enjoy life while at it.Much respect CB, and may your sould rest in peace.Your new friends at Gulf Broadcast.-- mahmood
In Heaven, they are now marching to the beat of a very different drummer.More than words, bro...more than words...Sig Knapstad
http://www.flickr.com/photos/13467026@N00/?saved=1Some photos: Sophie, Tashie & CB: a Christmas@HMB...CB you always took the best photos from me, but it gave me great pleasure.Peace! Peace! Supplant the doom and the gloom! Turn off what is sour! Turn into a flower and BLOOM! BLOOM! BLOOM! - Yellow Submarine: Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.Thinking of you in that unearthly paradise called Pepperland that you and the girls spent endless hours enjoying together.Su (fr. england)
I met CB about 4 years after I moved to California from the east and in many ways—I stayed here because of him. The job that brought me out here came and went but, because of Christopher--Caroline came and stayed. During the many fun times we spent together I found in our friendship and in Christopher’s extended family--Digeanne& Stephan, their extended family and the gang at Digi--, the REAL reason that I came west—to find happiness and success by moving away from who your supposed to be and moving towards delighting in who you are…CB and I used to laugh and compare notes on some of our unique approaches to organization like… who could get away the longest without filing an expense report or paying the parking tickets and the one I still practice today-- the CB approach to business travel—why stress about packing when you can buy new stuff when you get there.These past years I’ve seen CB more through the eyes and souls of his marvelous girls who I love “as big as the sky”. Everytime I see him there, I’m comforted …so..,my PROMISE to you Christopher is…I’ll see you later…often and oh so fondly.mo
CB, you were definitely the rock star among us. You would walk into a room, and everyone wanted to hear what you had to say. How did you do that? Secrets of a rock star I guess. I didn’t know you as a father, but from what I can tell, you have set your girls up for a healthy view on life and have set the bar very high for which your girls will compare all other men in their life.R.I.P.,- Kevin
It’s been 8 days and I’m still crying in yoga class. When my heart opens up, I feel something there…a thorn, a needling pain. I miss you and I’m still not ready to let go. I know you wanted everyone to celebrate your life instead of mourn your loss, but I can’t help feeling crushed. It comes in waves and sometimes I am able to smile and laugh, especially when Kai giggles and wants to play. Since I’ve taken so long to post, it should be clear by now how special of a person you were. I don’t have to tell people how close we were, what your generosity meant to me, or what qualities I loved in you. You left knowing and that’s all that matters. We expressed our feelings regularly and I am so thankful for that. I hope everyone learns to let people know how they feel about their loved ones before it’s too late.All I have to do now is focus on following my aunt Judi’s advice…“Nothing selfish about crying over his loss, the depth of your sadness is a measure of how deeply he touched your life and that is a wonderful thing. If you take the essence of Christopher's qualities which you admire and endeavor to teach them to your little boy, that would seem a fitting tribute. And, in doing that, you reinforce these qualities in yourself.”Gabe and I will do everything we can to teach Kai how to love unconditionally, enjoy life to its fullest, and live large…in memory of you. Off you go now…in light and in love. Namaste, Chandra
I dug up a couple of photos of Christopher from high school and Great America:http://www.flickr.com/photos/35676557@N00/
CB was special. He was warm-hearted and very generous: it was clear he was always looking after his sales guys, demanding a lot, but also giving them recognition. In the days following my departure from Digi he looked after me and I'll always remember him for that.He could also be exasperating. He used to quit nearly every January just after NAMM, too stressed out to continue. After a few weeks he'd change his mind and things would go back to normal. His voicemail box was always full: one could rarely leave a message.But he was smart, maybe a genius, driven and knew how to make sales happen. When it was time to put him in charge of sales he promised to raise sales by 30%. He did just that.I suppose he had hard moments... Smart, sensitive creative people seem to suffer sometimes. But he bore his demons with dignity and a dry wit.A great many people loved CB, I think, a tribute to his specialness and charismatic hold over us. We all benefitted from knowing him and Digidesign will be a different place without him.We'll miss you more than you could have imagined Christopher.Dave Froker
The light that shines twice as bright burns half as long. ***************Once, Christopher declared to me: “Death is a moveable feast.”Attempting clarification, I asked, “You mean, life is a moveable feast, right?”He came back, “No, death is a moveable feast; Life is a modular beast.”Still trying to comprehend, I asked, “Modular? You mean like a mobile ho…”But while I was asking, I could see in his eyes that he didn’t want me trying to understand with my brain, so I stopped mid-sentence, thinking to myself, “Artists!” He saw my thought. Catching me and me being caught, we both laughed out loud.CB’s now enjoying an eternal moveable feast.************He had many moons in his head. A wonderful gift to his girls would be a separate site for “Christopher” stories.I didn’t know him well. I didn’t know him long. Yet I have several stories myself, so there must be thousands and thousands to be shared.
CB,I can't believe you left us. For the past 8 years that I have known you, your name, life, and stories have come up in my conversations with many people I have met since. I have always referred to you as my mentor - and even though you are so much more than that to many people, that was the most appropriate word in describing who you are to me. Everyone who knows you, knows you as many amazing things and it's funny when describing your larger than life soul to others, it seems like a tall tale... an exageration... that someone could be that much to one person... I sometimes would just finish my story of you and smile to myself anticipating the next time we'd run into each other.Damn, I can't beieve you're not with us anymore. I wanted to show you so much - to show you the influence your words, guidance, and life had on me. I missed you by two weeks. Max missed you by 10 days, and now, we will all miss you and remember you as the amazing enigma that you are.I have fond memories of staying with you in Half Moon Bay, eating blue crab gumbo, not having enough room in the fridge for left overs because there were still two racks of beers we had to polish off. Hanging out with you at the WMC at the colony hotel and on top of the roof of the Sony building - I had a camera and snapped off the ony pic I have of you. You came up to me and whispered in my ear "the next time you take my picture i'm going to bite your fucking ear off" and you pinched me and walked away... I thought and thought about that for many weeks... typical since everything you have ever told me and everything we have talked about stuck in my head and has stayed with me. You will be missed my friend.Natasha and Sophie - I wish the best for you two. I remember helping your Dad build a teepee in your bedroom for you... and the countless times we watched the Yellow Submarine toghether... you two are very beautiful and your Dad's spirit and soul will continue on this earth through you two. CB - I'm going to raise my glass to you tonite as we party and remember you. And when I get back to the studio, the first thing I'm going to play is that funky sixtuplet pattern you taught me on the congas.Rest in peace brother.Wolf
When I think of Christopher, I think of this larger-than-life presence. I am only five feet tall so, at least compared to me, he was towering in every sense. Still, I never felt in awe of CB, although I probably should have. He had this amazing ability to connect and make you feel as if you were one of his greatest friends. He was one of the most inclusive people I’ve ever met.At work, I’d see CB come down the hallway, and his presence would make me want to stop whatever I was doing and talk with him. Being with him was that great. You never knew what to expect. CB could effortlessly go from a light-hearted conversation to discussing topics that mattered.Knowing CB meant you had the potential of being swept into one of his adventures. I was never sure how there were enough hours in the day to do everything he did. I only had to mention my parents were visiting and suddenly I found myself at his home, with husband, children and parents in tow, being treated to CB’s incredible cooking and hospitality. If Christopher heard I was going to a trade show, he’d invite me to whatever event he was organizing. Recently, Christopher and I went to hear Green Day in L.A. These sorts of things just happened with CB.A year or so ago, Christopher invited Kelsey, John and me (the Digidesign legal department) to a Garbage concert at the Warfield. It was a terrific concert, but the best part was being there with CB and his daughters. I have many memories of Christopher, but some of the brightest are those of CB with his daughters. He adored them.I’ve been trying to think if there's any way to make sense of this loss. I haven’t come up with an answer, but I hear CB reminding me: find time for what matters, connect with people and be yourself. There is no way CB can really leave us. His passion for living and his inclusiveness are too large. The hardest part is, with someone like CB, I never knew how much I'd miss him, because I never thought he'd be gone. -- Heather Rafter
the first time we met I knew this was going to be fun... Christopher was a loveable nut, a shy guy and a madman and full of oh so much heart...I did my first tours of the East coast and Canada with Chris, him showing Sound Designer and later wanting so much to make TurboSynth work, and me showing off Creator and later Notator for that fledging little German company C-LAB. We partied, we drove, we flew, we rocked the best we could and we never looked back.a few years after I left emagic he gave me a gig working for digi introducing new tech and it was always a blast working with him even when we'd occasionally get into a tough spot about how we should show something or not, but no matter what, there was always a smile on his face and a friendly word to share, and I loved that about him...we also shared a love for non-tech life like scuba diving... and when I had not seen him for a while he'd always ask me how life was going rather than talking tech and I loved that about him...Christopher shared so freely his love of music, life and that special love for his family. He taught me ever so much about the MI/pro audio business. He introduced me to so many wonderful friends, many of whom I have seen here sharing their fond memories of this wonderful friend and brother. in the past few years I have not seen Christopher, only heard about him from mutual friends, but thinking of him now makes all those memories of his big smiling grin come running back into my mind like it was yesterday...its times like these that make my heart open up and my mind get quiet as we just never know when our own time is at hand to move on...he was a special friend and I miss him..."I'm the one that's gonna die when its time for me to dieSo let me live my life the way I want toYeah, sing on brother, play on drummer"big love to you Mr. B, bang that drum loud, ya done good my friend!mikail
I hadn't seen CB in years. And then there he was. I had heard rumors that he was going to great lengths to make it to Dino and Sheila's wedding. And he did. And Dino was so impressed. I was too. It's just like CB to do whatever it takes to make it to these kind of personal things. Priority things.The first thing he said to me was "thanks for not wearing a tie". I thanked him as well. Good old CB....just like I remembered....maybe 10 years ago. We sat together and for the entire ceremony made fun of our good friend Dino (and of course his best man Ken). Sorry Dino, but it's true. It was all in fun....and it was fun. Christopher kinda fun.He filled me in on what he had been up to at Digi, the restaurant, and the studio in The City. We talked about music. We talked about food. We talked about vacation spots. And we talked about how sick we both were of "hotel living" and working so much and so hard. He said he had an escape in mind, that he was going to change things, that he was going to get some rest from this stress. He hatched a plan to get a bunch of us to come stay at his place to "live large" at the restaurant. I knew it was going to happen. Of course it was going to happen. We're talkin' CB here.He had so many plans. We all had a ball at the wedding. Lots of laughs. And as it was starting to get a little late I saw him outside having a cigarette. Of course. He said he was gonna head home soon. He didn't feel like whooping it up too late and wanted to go home and get some rest. Get some rest, Christopher.Because before you know it.....we'll all be there to "live large" with you.....Cheers,steve boeddekerps. I just got back from the celebration.....please let's keep in email@example.com
CB was a wonderful man that touched so many people all over the world. He always took the time to see how I was doing making sure that I was happy in both my professional and personal life even during the madness of meetings and tradeshows he would take 5 minutes out and check up on me - that caring side of CB I will never forget.The warmth and openness of CB was immense when in San Francisco on business there would always be dinners at his house (with the most amount of crab that I have ever seen), hanging out with him and the girls- taking part in a plays with Sophie & Tashie with CB accompanying our acting on the bongos. The happiness and laughter that filled his house in half moon bay was always so welcoming! A man that I will certainly never forget- the conversations over too may glasses of wine I will cherish. I will miss those random emails that just said hi.............Anneliese x
CB,It is sad to see the great ones go, and you will always live on as a great man.If everyone around you could take a lesson from you about passion and dedication, this world would be a much more complete, funny, charming, and enlightened place. For many of us, you are the one that showed by example, how to move forward, full speed, while still maintaining the friendship and warmth that never let anyone feel left out. It was always a treat to see you, and thinking of those times now still makes me smile in the face of this truly sad event. The truest mark of the great man that you are, is that when people think of you they will smile and go out and try to do whatever they are doing exactly right, as you did.God Bless,Steve Borne
'Sup CB - didn't know ya as well as I would have liked to mate, I know we both were on career paths that intersected at Digi in Daly City when Rocket Network was bought by Avid, and previously when you were stationed in London and I was trying to get my business off the ground. Thanks to you for your vibe and help in seeing the audio network future. I know you had a lot to do with championing my cause...I always liked ya and am sorry we didn't hang more or get to jam music together - your spirit lives on in the lives of the many folk who you inspired. I remember fondly the one on one time we had at the Digi NAMM party a few years ago in a random restaurant late one night. Talked about music, birds, life and love...funny enough we never got to scuba, one of my own passions too, but there ya go, too much other stuff to get through eh?Pedal to the metal...and turn it up to 11, where ever you are now. And no, the snare is not too loud in the mix...God bless you bro and may any of us hope to have touched as many as you didWill
Christopher, I truly would have enjoyed spending more time getting to know you. The few times I shared with you have been and will always remain in my heart. Your great generosity and spirit have left profound foot prints on all and I’m hoping you were able to see this when amongst us as well as now. I met Christopher through my ex husband Dino. He was as big as Dino had describe him before we met. Huge Heart, Huge Spirit, and TRULY A LOVING HUMAN BEING. His warmth and respect towards others shined through him and he always made one feel at home,like if I he had known you forever. Christopher and I connected deeply through my paintings, he believed in my work and understood my language in the visual arts. He purchased some of my first pieces and gave them the same warmth and understanding he gave to friends and colleagues. I will always be most grateful for this because this inspired me too paint more, to paint what came from within and to believe in my work. I am so humbled by this that every time I paint my Spirit Animal series I will see Christopher within the animals, foliage and surreal landscapes and language we both imagined. He was a lover of life, nature and all creatures within. Always thinking of the girls one of my last emails with him during one Christmas was that he wanted to give their mom a painting with the girls in it, but unfortunately because of lack of time and busy schedule we never got a chance to sit and compose the piece, as well as a children’s book of a jungle setting with animals he wanted to write and for me to illustrate. The thoughts were there but too little time. In closing we will miss you Christopher thank you for being you..........keep on your path.......... Bang those drums and your shining star will guide the way for the girls and all who loved you...........until we meet again. Your friendDania Sierra
Whoever said "the more things change, the more they stay the same", was completely wrong. Things will never be the same around Digi after this change. CB, we know you will make God smile and the your fellow angels laugh. Please look after us in our journey that we must sadly continue without your wonderful presence.DRS
When I met Christopher he was a 29-year-old clean-shaven musician recently hired at Digidesign. No soul patch, goatee or curtain of auburn locks. He scared me a bit, I couldn't understand why someone would wear a full leather mask with just a zipper for a mouth to a visit a customer (Sam Ash)? Then I began to love his unpredictable behavior and wit. I watched him fall in love with Caroline. That was before cell phones and wireless devices. He would beg me to sit by the phone and wait for her call and FIND HIM NO MATTER WHAT! Find Christopher??? He bought me a bottle of Night Train and a dinner bell to ring at month end order entry sessions. If Sam Ash placed an impressive order I was to ring the bell. When we hit six figures I was take a shot of Night Train! Not your run-of-the-mill work place. CB could be a bit of a weenie too. He once asked me to call the US PASSPORT office to get him a passport ASAP. After hitting redial for several hours Suz tipped me off he really needed it to take Caroline to Spain. Creep. The 10+ years I worked at Digi were a magical moment in time that can never be repeated. I didn't think it was possible to laugh that hard at your place of employment. You call this WORK? CB was an integral part of Digi and helped create the type of place you WANTED to get out of bed for. I envied his passion and ability to live fearlessly. He had the ability to really SEE YOU. He could make each person he connected with feel they had a special friendship with him, and he had so many friends. Not many people have that gift. Lastly, when I was going through a particularly difficult time after I left Digi CB called me up and asked me to help him take care of his twin 2-year olds. He was concerned they might be too much for him on his own (right). It was perfect at that time and it was a way to say he cared. I'll miss you CB. There was no one else like you...Ali Smith
Dear Christopher,Last night we celebrated your life and shared our favorite memories of you. I believe you were watching us from above - so happy to see us all enjoying the music and each other. I wanted to say a few words in your honor but the moment passed so I will say them now.Thank you for your friendship, guidance, generosity, honesty, warmth, understanding and all the conversations we shared. I know how happy you were about the child Andy and I are expecting and I'll always cherish the talk we had about family. I'll smile when I think of our escape to Tiensing Peng and my first time diving which I did because you made me believe I would be safe (and knew I needed some encouragement). And of course all the crazy and fun times we shared at trade shows and off-sites. You have had an amazing way of balancing work and play and its because of you that we all love working at Digi.As I enter the next chapter of my life I will think of you often for inspiration because your presence will still be with me. I will miss you so...Love,Claudia
One afternoon we went to lunch in Los Altos. I think it was Jerry Antonelli, Mark Kirchner, CB and myself, and I think maybe even Rob Campbell. We went to "Charley's," a little Chinese place on the main street. The group of us barrel in, find a table and quickly sit down. "I'd like 6 orders of pot stickers," CB says to Charley. – and that was just his appetizer order, his alone. – 36 pot stickers continuously dipped in and out of a vat of spicy hot oil and soy sauce.... On occasion, CB would walk downstairs into the catacombs of the Palo Alto building - customer service/tech. support – I think he was one of the few that dared come down there. Usually, it wasn't a good sign - either something we were or were not doing was impeding a sale, pissing off someone ready to spend more money or he needed someone to promise someone's brother's cousin's producer's new band that it "would" work even if we weren't sure when it really would. I think we lied a lot. He'd weave through the cubicles with his feverish gait, always pleasant, hair, glasses and big-print shirt on deck. I always got a warm, shy-ish smile and a hello. He acknowledged people. I liked that about him. And he was warm. And he appeared disheveled. I liked that, too. And what a judge of character – he knew a rat when he saw one. He exuded everything. He had an air of immeasurable gifts that I felt like I just understood. And the humor ... he was a force.For me, Digidesign was one place I felt like I belonged - because of people like you, CB, with talents, brains, passions and like-mindedness. And people that could spend days on end in a studio environment among music, musicians and gear without ever looking at a clock or caring to and wanting to be nowhere else on Earth. I loved being there, loved being part of it and still miss it. Thanks for that part. Thanks for letting a small-town girl find her way amid a field of genius.Honor, love and respect indefinitely,Jen
“Hey Christopher, wherever you are… I didn’t forget about Daniel’s restaurant the week of July 28th…”I heard about CB gone that Sunday. I was floored. Only days prior did I hear the message he left on my voicemail inviting me to a ‘tasting’ gig. We never made it. It was at one of my favorite chefs’ restaurant. I guess CB knew him personally. Not surprised because CB looked like he knew many...and many from all walks of life. At Digi Menlo Park, I’d see this guy come in: long-hair, t-shirt n jeans with groovy glasses. Not exactly your typical VP. And with a foot up against the wall he’d be chatting away with just about anyone. One day we had a long discussion about Viking stoves and then he introduced himself. I said, “Good God, you’re Christopher Bock?” We were foody-pals since. I’ve only known CB for less than a year yet his passing has brought a sense of emptiness We were both crazy about fine food. CB was instrumental to me following my passion for cooking.What’s the best way to grill an artichoke? A wasabi beurre blanc?One day at El Bulli in Spain …That’s what we talked about.“You left so quick, Mr. Bock. But I’m sure wherever you are you’re not only playing drums but cooking on the baddest Viking ever.I’m grateful to have known such a soul as yours.Peace,Marcia Borja
I am proud to have known Christopher, even though our friendship was only in its infancy and the time of his passing. Christopher interviewed me in December 2004 for a position at Digidesign and the interview was 5 mins about whether I knew anything about digital mixing consoles and 90 mins about Al diMeola, Jeff Beck and Billy Cobham. (I think I got the job because I was a fan of Mr Cobham) That set the tone for many of the meetings and phone calls I was to have with him over the next year or so. I last saw him in May, on a very rainy day in London and a lasting image of Christopher is of him, in a torrential thunderstorm, sheltering under a tree that was at least 2 feet shorter than he was, having a phone conversation......on 2 cell phones !!Christopher, I will miss you. I knew you only a short time, but you had a huge influnce on me. You made it possible for me to realise an idea I had for a number of years (with a healthy discount !!) and your vision and verve made me strive to ensure that this venture worked. The recordings are now starting to go live on the internet. Your idea's worked old boy !! My thoughts are with your family and friends. I will miss you. The world is a worse place for your loss. I will think of you every time the house lights go down.Ian
It seems as if Christopher was a light in everyone’s lives that he touched. I remember how, when I joined Digi, there was a very strong culture. I was a different breed than your typical Digi musician, and was a little apprehensive about being accepted. Christopher seemed to make judgments about people quickly, not in a harsh way at all, but he seemed to be able to look at you and know what you’re about pretty quickly. So he did that for me, helped me to understand I was accepted for who I was, helped me to be myself. Now I look back at my time at Digi not simply as a job I had, but as a family I had the privilege of belonging to. 10 years later, I feel as if in some small way I still belong.I also remember being at NAB in Las Vegas and wandering around the casino with CB, Tricia, and a whole host of Digi people. I was definitely not into gambling. Of course CB loved roulette. He brought me over to the table and showed me that if you bet reds or blacks you’d have just about a 50% chance of winning. So then I placed a bet. In retrospect I’d say that I experienced for a short time a little of the thrill Christopher sought and found every day. He showed me how to do that in a way that I could without completely freaking out. He just seemed to know that about me, and everyone.I am sad now. And very sad for the people he touched everyday, the people who loved him most and will miss him most.Beth
"Yum. We're now at the end of one epoch and well before the start of a new one. During this period of transition, there will be no moratorium on individual aliveness. In fact, momentous events are hatching in the vacuum. It's a wonderful time to be alive. As long as one has enough dynamite." Still life with Woodpecker, your favorite book and the page you just couldn't wait for me to get to. You wanted to be Bernard back then. I think you became him in the end, a spirit of continuous individualism and unpredictability. I was really hoping we would make it to our silver anniversary in ‘08. Every fun, outrageous, daring thing I have ever done has been with you or because of you; I have a tattoo to prove it! You introduced yourself to me 23 years ago as Norman, the twin brother of Christopher Bock. You didn’t want the women to want you because you were in a band. Your personality made sure of that! You were hard to resist and if resistance came you became a real pain in the ass! It’s ironic that later you had twins, the girls, Sophia and Natasha. The true loves of your life. The change they brought about in you was amazing; suddenly you were not the most important person in the room. I will do my best to be there for them as you would expect nothing less of me. I will miss cleaning up after you, cooking with you, laughing with you, a message on my phone with “What are you wearing?” and most of all anticipating what scary, crazy thing you would want me to try next. Life already seems boring without you. What will I ever do without you? -Daniell
More Cowbell.I've read through all the messages and it's clear Christopher has touched all of us deeply. I wanted to share just one CB moment - a classic example of his hilarious wit that to this day still makes me laugh out loud.Many (many) years ago my band was playing a gig and we asked Christopher to come sit in on congas. He arrived like a tornado in the middle of our set (tables tipping, drinks spilling). I guess our lead guitar player (who didn't know Chris that well) shot him a "disapproving" look. Having none of that, Christopher waited until his guitar solo, then snuck up to the front of the stage, took a lighter out of his pocket, bend down and promptly lit our guitar players shoe laces on fire. To this day I still laugh out loud at that hilarious prank.I'll catch up with you soon enough Christopher....and I'll remember to come barefoot.Rick
CBChristopher Norman Bock Esquire the Third.A very large name for a very large soul.Chris was my brother and closest friend.On the surface we were the odd couple.Obviously his Oscar to my Felix.But there wasn¹t a moment in the thirty years I knew himwhere we didn¹t see eye to eye.We got each other. He knew early in his life that his time on the planet was short.He consciously decided to cram as as much life as was humanly possibleinto the limited time he had.He lived large with incredible gusto.He lived with a passion that would had burned a lessor soul in seconds.He lived as a warrior, without fear and regret.He was always in motion and kept moving forward with love, compassionand generosity. He was a rare individual who had the strength of characterto mold the world to his vision.To change preconceived notions of how things were done.To make things better for all whom he touched and loved.The Dalai Lama says that no on dies too soon or too late.This is hard to accept with the passing of such a beautiful, caring humanbeing.Even though he will always be in my heart,I miss him dearly. Robby Frank8/4/06
What can I say.............It's never easy to say something when you find out someone like Chris is no longer with us. You were a great human being. I will miss you and hope your family will take pride in all you've done and stood for in your short time on earth. I'm not religous but I do believe in the the spirit and energy of life. Yours will glow bright for eternity. Good bye my friend you will be missed. Rob Sephton
Unfortunately I didn't get to know Christopher in the personal side, but even the business side of CB was enough to prove that he was somebody extremely special. I remember him agreeing to signing a contract under laws different to those of California. He, Heather and John were not too thrilled about this, but when we suggested to "have them out for a meal over here" if Justice had to interpret the contract, CB said to us "OK, that sounds reasonable then".He always had a witty phrase for the perfect occasion... Once, in a Downtown Los Angeles hotel (maybe in 2000?), he was sitting on the staircase at the hall, looking quite tired, so I went up to him and said "Christopher, it looks like you've had a hard day", and he replied to me "No, I'm just running out of creativity for the new budget I'm working on. All these numbers must make some sense, I'm sure!"My best memory of Christopher is a party hosted by Digidesign at the House of Blues in LA. We spent over an hour chatting on the back terrace, looking at the Downtown skyline at night... The sparkle in his eyes when he spoke about new (disclosable) projects was remarkable.I will remember CB for being a thoughtful person that has given the opportunity for companies or individuals to bloom, thanks to his push and advice. He was so kind to me and my company... We will remember you at DUY.Thank you, Christopher.Xavier Sanchez-Roemmele
I had the pleasure of working with Chris 15 years ago and will remember him as a vibrant and engaging friend forever. I will keep his family in prayer through this sad and difficult time, and will give him the proper place of mourning in my heart he deserves.We will remember you well my friend.Neil RiCharde
Chris is one of the first friends I remember, from San Antonio Elementary School in Sunnyvale, CA. We caught bullfrogs and tadpoles together in Stevens Creek.I never knew him as an adult, only a child, but after reading so much about him here, I feel that in knowing the child I may have known the man.I never spent a moment with him that I regretted.Jerome
It’s been several days, two gatherings and reams of memories later and I still can’t get my head around this.CB is the first person close to me that has passed and I still haven’t even begun to deal with it.He changed my life single-handedly as he changed many of our lives. He was the brother I never had, the father I would have liked and a confidant that can never be replaced.He overwhelmed me with his generosity, his sense of place no matter where he was and his caring. There are things that I wish I had said and many things that I wish we hadn’t said - now it’s too late to tell him what I thought the most - that I cherished him.His world spun differently than mine. East vs. West or North vs. South sometimes - it’s amazing how many times we ended together in the middle. We were tied at the hip at that middle-point.I shared so much of his last 10 years I can not even begin to recount all of the memories. Each day another I had forgotten re-surfaces. It seems like it will be a forever of memories.For me, CB lies somewhere in a sea between immensity and eternity.Paul Foeckler
It was through a kind gesture that I first met Christopher. I had pneumonia and Paul told CB I was too ill to even surf the web. An enormous bouquet of flowers came the next day. I had never met him. I decided I liked him, sight unseen.We’ve had some magical times all together. Warm, tranquil, tender, insane, decadent, absurd times. I loved to cook for/with him. He was always full of absolute joy over the process of preparing a meal and the promise of indulgence. Our Moroccan Winter Solstice was pure delight. He called our two cats upon meeting them Szechwan and Hoisen. That turned into Kung Pao Kitties and finally he settled on Dim and Sum. I need to check over the menu at Red Ginger.He bet Paul $100,000 that I would want children by the time I was 32. I’m 34 now and could use the money - to give to the Coral Reef Project of course.The day Paul received his pilot’s license was a few days before his 30th birthday. Christopher flew into Chicago with the Koblo folks. We opened an Opus 1, a stretch limo appeared (doesn’t one always around CB?), several bottles of Dom were purchased, I gave a drive-by architectural tour of the city, we showed up at my favorite French bistro an hour late, we experienced decadence and debauchery there (I don’t expect to ever be welcome back), we then watched our driver chasing after his limo as it was being towed. CB and Paul ran after them, paid several hundred dollars to get our wheels back and off we went to a tattoo parlor in a dodgy part of town at 2am. I got my navel pierced, Christopher got a question mark on his back, Paul sat and giggled and our Danish friend pulled his pants and underwear down to get one on his bum.He asked me to design the landscaping around his home. I told him that was easy, just plant 45,ooo tulip bulbs, preferably the rare black ones. He got that crazy look on his face as he told me black tulips were his favorite. I hope the flowers that he and the girls brought back from Amsterdam satisfy the image he had in his head that day.I wish I went to Jamaica that time, I wish I stayed on at Sea Ranch to see him two weeks ago, it had been way too long and I wish I called him when I thought of how much he would enjoy this art gallery I found. He would feel that he found home with these completely unhinged, uncensored, non-verbal, beautiful artists. Pamela Foeckler
When I mounted some sculptures for Christopher and gave him a Moroccan entrance I took a thorough survey of the house and its objects. Since so many of you have made it your home as well I thought you would enjoy the tour.http://www.flickr.com/photos/84158826@N00/?saved=1
Christopher,I am so proud that I got the chance to work with you...Thank you for the good times and the influence you had on me...I wish our time would have been longer. I truly would have enjoyed spending more time getting to know you. I will think of you everytime I dive...My thoughts are with you and your family.Christian Reichardt (Germany)
I am just a customer of digidesign and regularly check for update and saw... I dont know you chris personally and then I feel a loss too. My deepest sincere condolences to DIGI and family.....
I'm getting to this blog late, and so many others have said nearly everything there is to be said about CB. But I'll throw in my bit, because I need to.A little history will help me with this. I first met CB about 23 years ago. I was playing drums in a band sharing the bill with his band, Full Moon Tan. We shared a drum kit, and he was scary/funny/gracious/fascinating. Another freaky musician with a huge personality. Out paths crossed a few times musically after that (gigs, etc.), then I started this company with Evan B. called Digidrums (soon to be renamed Digidesign). Our first product was a bunch of sampled drum sounds on chips. Most of the sounds were my drums, but we needed stuff I didn't have. CB was into latin percussion, and had a new-fangled Simmons electronic drum kit. I vividly remember recording CB at our hole-in-wall studio in San Mateo, and his sounds became our hot-selling "Latin Percussion N103 and Electronic Drums N105" sound sets for various popular drum machines. Yep, CB was a cornerstone of Digi from day (nearly) one. I often joked with him that he "played" percussion on more records than any other percussionist. I don't think he ever laughed at that joke.I ran the company for longer than I want to admit, about 13 years, and with the exception of a brief hiatus CB was there the entire time. He alternately drove me crazy, inspired me, frustrated me, awed me, pissed me off, made me love him, made me hate him, you get the idea. The many other messages in this blog capture CB in all his complexity. He was a man who was completely unafraid to just be himself. What more can any of us aspire to?There were moments. Ask Paul Lego, Doug Provisor, Paul Rice, Dave LeBolt or anyone else who "managed" CB. You didn't manage CB. He managed you. When he was a regional sales manager, he'd fuck around for the first 28 days of the month and be at 10% of his quota. He would then pull a 48 hr. phone marathon and end up being the top-selling guy. I remember many conversations with any of the guys listed above discussing how we would "control" CB after he had just turned in an outlandish expense report (with poorly disguised expenses from "alternative" establishments). I think in the end we all relaized that we needed his prodigious talents, on whatever terms he was offering them.In reading many of the early messages on this blog, I was touched to see how many former Digi folks had fond rememberances of the Digidesign culture in general. I have been involved in about a dozen or so tech companies since Digidesign, and I still look back on Digi as the best company culture and vibe I ever experienced. As founders, Evan and I would love to take some credit for that, but in reality it was a mix of all the digi folks, including early employees like CB, Mark Jeffery, Chris Now, and many others (good to hear from a bunch of you on this blog) that made Digi the magic place it was. I think I'm getting too sentimental now....My path and CB's drifted apart in the years after I left Digi, and although I met his daughters I'm sorry to say that I didn't get to see him around them more. I bet he was a great Dad who has left an indelible and positive Influence on them.CB, I wish you great tidings as you move on. I read the outpouring of positive sentiment about you and know that you left this world a very rich man indeed.Rock on,Peter Gotcher
To All:How priceless were the slap fights and the yells?CB continually tore a hole in the fabric of reality and he knew who he was and where he fit. Take it or leave it. As usual the last time i spoke with him we were laughing.Wherever you are brother keep slappin and laughin'ted
From the first day I started at Digidesign, Chris went out of his way to make me feel comfortable. When we flew to Frankfurt or other places, I usually got a smoking seat, and Chris and I would swap seats thoughout the flight. On my first trip, he kept me up for 36 hours as we partied in the Irish pub in Sachsenhausen. I have a permamnent reminder of him everyday in my studio: he sold me the Genelec speakers I use. After I left Digidesign, I only saw him at trade shows. He always took time to come over and say "Hi". We'll miss you Chris.Mike McRoberts
I last saw CB many years ago after I left Digi, at a happy Digi alum event, and he was as frenetic as ever. He could make anyone feel at home, welcome and included. I appreciated his dry wit, humour and open office door just down from mine.We'd talk about the craziest things late in the evening. I often find myself telling stories of his various antics -- some of them captured here, some much too much to tell -- several times a year. Just about everyone who met him has a favourite Christopher story. Some are legend.He would push and push and push a situation to the brink. In the end you'd realize that you only had a single perspective, while he maintained a full 360 view. You'd think that he was an incredible caricature, only to see later that he was truly WYSIWYG.Shaw wrote that "the reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man." I think of CB when I recall this quote, and know that we are better for it.Party on, CB. You will continue to make an indelible mark every day.
Only time will heal the pain from the passing of good souls. Time that will manifest itself differently for all involved. Take comfort in knowing a good soul is never forgotten. Thank you CB.
As a loyal DigiDesign customer I am saddened by the CB's passing as someone of such obvious talents and contributions to my creativity. I'm truly sorry for your loss.
wow cb, it's not really fair to exit this place, that fast, without notice.i'm so grateful that our lives intersected at digi. those were special days for sure.i'll always remember your huge personality, drive and conviction.rock on cb, rock on.peace,sam cece
God Bless Bro, Carry On My Wayward son......
Christopher, you were Digi's Falstaff. Your great kindness, insight, and depths were often cunningly cloaked by your wicked humor. Conformity and timidity be damned. You remain an inspiration to us all.mw
Chris ... What the fuck?!I'll trust you that this is gonna work out somehow, because your crazy ideas always seem to... but dude, this is pushing it.I'm sad that I didn't know, I'm angry that there was no goodbye, farewell, or fuck-off. But you'd probably just say that this isn't about me. Right you are.I remember riding around the LA area in my tiny Honda in the early 90's ... trying to convince the post production market that this new 2.0 version of Pro Tools was going to someday replace their expensive DAWN's and DiAXIS units. As we roamed from disappointments to mediocre reception, we would see a homeless person on the off-ramp and you'd say, "Damn, what are we going to do about this Todd?"Suddenly, this alternately serious, alternately ridiculous HUGE personality had depth ... and of course, this was just the tip of iceberg CB.All things Bock, from your horrendously messy office to our Poquito Mas Lunch runs remain with me, and remind me that there are more imortant things in life than coloring inside the lines.I'm an ass for not saying this to you when you were easier to communicate with, but I'm saying it now...Thanks for keeping it light, even when it wasn't. Thanks for knowing what was heavy, and passing it on.I love you man, and can't believe that there's no more running into you at this place and that ... at least for awhile. Do us a favor, and teach everyone there to keep it light ... or is that why they wanted you to join their party in the first place?Peace my friend,...Todd Grace...
I was shocked to learn that Christopher Bock has passed.Working with the legendary Leo Lee at Western Public Radio, Christopher was instrumental in introducing so many of us to the mysteries of digital editing. He literally "wrote the book" -- the instruction manual -- for Sound Designer, spoke at our WPR digital training workshops circa 1990 and bunked in our suite at NFCB and PRC conferences where he led little one-on-one producer training sessions with anyone who wanted to drop by the suite. He was smart, enthusiastic and amazing. Years later, when he rose into top management, he showed me how to get a whole classroom-full of Pro Tools donated for the university where I was teaching. He really understood the idea that people need to start somewhere, and it should be easy to start learning new things.One thing Christopher said one day that stuck in my mind was about how he got into the field. He had a dead-end job in Seattle that had him commuting past the airport every day. He said to himself "I want a job where I can be in those planes traveling all over the world..." and in essence, that's what he did.Over the past 16 years, the public radio production community has been transformed in the way we create radio -- and we owe a big debt to Christopher for taking us by the hand and showing us the way.Gregg McVicargregg@radiocamp.comwww.radiocamp.com
I miss you, CB. Wished I had more time to know you better, rest well, and keep the music going. You will be missed.
I did not know you, but now I know OF you.. and as someone who has been close to death for some time, I look at your passing with the thought that you must be proud right now. You obviously lived a full life. Full of the things that really matter. The things written about you are beautiful. As long as you are remembered you live on. You have made the journey that we all make, and I know you are blazing a trail for your friends and loved ones. I only wish I had known you.
I had dinner with Chris and some colleagues in Los Angeles a few years back and we were discussing the current state of music and the industry surrounding it. This was in 2002 and the country was in a strange place because of the tragedies the year before and all the unrest in the air. Chris said that he felt it was a really important time for art and music because it was a time when feelings were raw all over the place. I did not know Chris well, but I got the deep sense that he really loved what he did because he never forgot that at the core was the creation of art that could be meaningful. Over the years I had told people what he said that night whenever such a discussion would arise. I was shocked to hear he was gone and I wish I could have gotten to know him better. Sometimes there is a certain security in knowing that certain people are out there in the world and I must say that I miss knowing that you are out there.With Love,ADG
Oh my god! I have just found this out by checking out the pro tools page!!!! I dont know what happened here but i am shocked. aka Big fish, Chris, my scuba diving pal, who i taught in Jamaica many years ago, you will be missed. Although I only saw you very few times after that, you made an inspiring impression on me.You were always so encouraging of my music and any passions, thank you.Its obvious you are so missed by people who crossed your path, due to your inpiring nature. Natasha UK London
saw you tow years ago in a flashy sparkling silver suit
Wow. I met Chris when we were both budding musicians at the Great America theme park in Santa Clara ... He was 20 , was 21.We became instant best friends.I was always certain that he would make an impact on the music biz... even back in 1979! After losing touch w/him, i came to find out that he had done just that.He was special. I am deeply saddened.
I met Chris in 1974. We played in a horn band called Higher Ground. Later we attended DeAnza Junior College together studying in their kick ass Jazz Dept. He was a phenomenal musician, mostly because his parents gave him such a great foundation. His mom was an excellent piano player, and his dad played bass. They also were amazing people and never stifled him in any way.I remember how much the only child Chris loved his dog. There was a bad wreck where he was hit head on in his little blue truck, which led to a long hospital stay, and questions whether he would get those chops back in his leg. It was still a little crunchy in there, but he kept playing.We both decided we didn't want to go to LA, so we attended UC Santa Cruz to study with Randy Masters, who had a great band at that time called Solar Plexus. We shared a rental house perched on a hill in Capitola with 4 other amazing fellows. Never have so many slept so little. After that amazing year, we went our seperate ways (mostly trying to find sources of livelihood). The Full Moon Tan days followed for Chris, and I relocated to Seattle, and we lost touch.He was without doubt the most energetic person I've ever been friends with. He was also the finest musician I've been close friends with.Steven Gonzales
I received word last night through a friend of a friend that Chris Bock has died. I had not heard his name in 20 years. Today I am feeling a strange sadness, like part of my youth has gone missing. And as the mother of a small child, I grieve for his two daughters, that they must grow up without him. It is a wretched tragedy to lose your parent so young.I met Chris in 1979, when a group of us were working on De Anza College's La Voz student newspaper. For a time, we all became close friends. Chris was the advertising manager of the paper. We all worked long hours together, often through the night as we prepared the layouts for the printer each week. His zany energy kept us all laughing until dawn. We all went out together, to breakfast after the late work nights, to parks, to nightclubs, to stores. Chris was tall and handsome and charismatic. I remember so clearly his auburn hair, his clear eyes, his trench coats, his worldly musician ways. The second picture on the Digidesign website is exactly how I recall him. He and his band Mannequin played at my 18th birthday party in August 1980. He was the drummer and he had ambitions for the band, I remember him being encouraged by the example of Peter Gabriel as a drummer leading a rock band. There were over 200 people at the party, the music was fabulous, and the party raged until the wee hours. My parents kindly didn't come out of their room until the next morning. My parents liked all my friends from the newspaper. One time Chris was performing in a dinner theater musical in San Francisco. Upon his recommendation, my parents and some of their friends drove up from Cupertino and went to the show. They had a marvelous time, and my mother was delighted with how Chris bought them a round of drinks and made sure they were enjoying themselves. I remember Chris was interested in politics and got involved in the elections in 1980. He got us all talking politics and doing some political activism. Chris' mother taught piano, and somehow we found that our mothers knew each other. I don't know when Chris died, but I know when I last thought of him. Last week, I was driving across the Bay Bridge in the wee hours after working late. As I drove past the skyscrapers of downtown San Francisco, I had a sudden strong memory of one night in the spring of 1980. Chris had talked us all into driving up to the City to see some band he liked. Afterward, we ended up in a park near the Embarcadero someplace, with the night-lit skyscrapers around us. We all played crack-the-whip across the dark lawn, sending each other tumbling into the grass with the lights of the City spinning overhead. I also remember the last time I talked with Chris. In 1982, I had been traveling in Europe when my father died. I came home for the funeral, and the day after I arrived home, Chris called with condolences. He had read the news in the newspaper and wanted to know if there was anything he could do. I guess I had always imagined that Chris had become a rock star or music producer somewhere. From his eulogy on Digidesign, I see that he was here, right on his home turf, working with his great skills in both music and advertising and with cutting edge technologies. I use an AVID edit suite in my own work. Of course, I never knew he was associated with AVID. I guess we can be connected in ways we're not aware. It was so interesting to see how his face changed over time. Did he miss not becoming a rock and roll star? Maybe the same way I missed not becoming a famous documentary filmmaker. I worked in the field for six years, long enough to travel around the world, have a blast, and realize I wasn't making a sustainable living at it. And now I use similar skills in my profession, and I take great delight in earning a living, providing for my daughter, and sharing with her the kind of adventures my parents shared with me, even though they died 20 years before she was born. Chris' spirit will live on in his daughters and with those of us who remember him, even fragments from long ago.
I knew Christopher through the digi artist program. Although we didn’t spend a ltom of time together, he did come to my studio in Los Angeles a couple times, and we talked on the phone a number of times. He sure had a lot of positive energy around him. It was really fun to talk to him about music production and music in general. He knew quite a bit about both, and gave me a few ideas that inspired my work.I’m very sad to hear of his passing, and his family are in my prayers. He really was a great guy.-Ken Andrews
Chris and I met at UCSC around 1977. He was the drummer for my senior recital and for many people the most memorable part of it. A few years later he called me for a gig in a dance review in San Francisco which turned into a 4 year stint. When I was looking for a new career in the late 90's I let him know it'd been about 15 years since he'd gotten me a good job. Unfortunately, I flunked the entrance exam to become a Digidesign tech support person. Looking back from here (I'm back in Santa Cruz, just had my 5th child), and particularly reading through all the posts, it's clear that Chris was more than just a catalyst in all the lives he touched. Chris, you're an inspiration to all of us to live to the fullest, to appreciate what we have and what we are, and to have as much fun as possible in the process. Peace and blessings to you, your girls, your dad, and your friends and family.Eliot Nemzer
My friends Sallie and Jennifer and I were sometimes faux groupies of The Kids. We were all so excited for the group when No Money No Chick No Car started getting airplay!Life happens, bands break up, people move on... and yet I haven't forgotten seeing The Kids at the Keystone in Palo Alto..Even though we never officially met, the music of The Kids is part of the soundtrack of my life.Rest ye well, CB.
One of the many random requests from Christopher...A Phone call:CB: Jenn, can you meet me at the post office with your truck?ME: Ummmm, ok. Gimme ten minutes.I showed up and found Christopher lugging a huge box out of the post office. After we put it in the back of the truck, I asked what the hell was in it. "A life size hula doll", Christopher said.I laughed the whole drive home.thinking of you CB*
I'm sorry, i didn't know Chris, but I'm just a fan of Full Moon Tan and have been searching for a recording of the music for over 10yrs! Does anybody here know where I can buy/download any of those great songs?FMT Fan...
Christopher, can't believe you're not *here* anymore. Thanks and Respect for what you've done, how you impressed me. You are important to me, I will never forget you.
I can't believe it! I was just talking about you Christopher and wondered where you were in life. I had not seen you in awhile. Someone told me you had passed and I was shocked! How is that possible? The Christopher I used to joke with in the office and whose wind blown face with a scarf was a huge ad hit and who used to turn in the WORST reimbursement reports before Digi was ever taken over by Avid. How can it be that you are gone? I am saddened for the world you left behind. For your daughters and family and for the loss of a wonderful and fun person. Many blessings. Jaci Rae
I did not know you personally but I remember your band and the music was awesome...It dawned on me that I may be able to get back in touch with your music if i googled Full Moon TanRest in peace my brother, may your family be well!!!Aloha and A Hui Ho!!!Eddy
Think of CB often. Will never forget.