Mr. Bill Christie’s Eulogy
ARON:
Hallie and I decided that it would be best to get stories from those
who have been around Bill a lot over the last few years at the LAVA
House in order to to get a variety of perspectives on who he was to us.
So we'll get to those then speak our own thoughts on Mr. Bill.
HALLIE:
Hannah – Last year about 2 days before Christmas, Hannah, Bart, Bill,
Rick, and Noel were all hanging out in the red room drinking some
beers. They were listening to Woody’s Roadhouse on the radio and Bart
and Hannah started dancing. Then, the clock turned to midnight and it
was Christmas Eve. Bill got really jealous of Bart and wanted to dance
with Hannah, so Hannah granted Bill his dance with her. When Hannah and
Bill started dancing, they were really cutting a rug! Bart kept telling
Bill to watch his hands! Noel said to Hannah that seeing the look on
Bill’s face was the most he could even want out of Christmas.
Shannon
– One day, Shannon had just arrived back at the LAVA House. Somehow,
she ended up with a bunch of southern belle dresses that were given to
her by an art collector’s friend who also happened to be a midget. She
came back to the LAVA House with the dresses and showed them to Bill.
They decided to play dress up and put them on. Shannon remembers Bill
wearing that dress in the back yard, it was windy and the sun was
shining bright. He was posing for her as she took pictures of him
modeling.
Glenn – A year or so ago, Glenn walked into
the LAVA House. He saw Bill and immediately Bill threw his hands up in
the air and proclaimed, “I’m retired”. Glenn said, “well, that’s awful
nice Bill. I wish I could do that!” Then, every day from that point
forward, when Glenn would come in to the LAVA House in the afternoon,
Bill would be sitting on the steps in the bay door that lead into Aron
and Hallie’s studio. He would tell Glenn that he was retired. That’s
how Glenn wants to remember him, sitting in the sun, happy, telling him
every day that he was retired.
Emily – Bill used to get
in the pool with the ladies wearing his daisy duke jean cut offs! He
always was really helpful to Emily and Shannon when they needed help
and no one else would help them because they exhausted all their
borrowing privileges. Emily used to come in and Bill would always call
her “that other girl” until he got to know her months and months later.
She worked at a screen-printing shop and he always talked to her about
reproducing his sister Julie’s t-shirt designs.
Hallie
– Bill was my friend. This past year, I spent several days alone with
him, sitting in the studio. He’d talk to me while I worked, or he’d
just sleep on the couch with Disco. He was there for me, keeping me
company. We didn’t always have to talk, we were just happy to have each
other’s company. Although his smoke drove me crazy. If I was audacious
enough to dare fan it out of my face, Bill would get extremely upset
with me and tell me that all I had to do was tell him to keep it away
from me…. Even though I was just trying to be polite and not complain,
he wanted me to stand up to him.
For the past 3 years,
I was cutting Bill’s hair and trimming his beard. Sometimes he had to
hassle me about it, other times I’d do it on a dime. He always wanted
to get cleaned up before seeing Carolyn. I would start to cut Bill’s
hair, and he would never sit still. By the time I had moved on to
trimming his beard, I’d be shouting at him to sit still about every 30
seconds. He liked to drive me crazy, I think he just liked to get a
rise out of me. Probably though, he just liked spending the time with
me, getting pampered and groomed by a nice lady who he affectionately
called “girlfriend”.
I’m going to miss Bill so much, and
the LAVA House, too. As I told Aron the other night, I finally feel
like the last element of our youth has slipped away. The loss of Bill
has ushered us into complete adulthood. I hope that one day, I can
touch as many lives as Bill Christie did, and I hope that I have a
strong community of loving young artists who look out for me the way we
did for Bill. He was loved by many, and had a great life.
The first time
ARON:
The
first time I met Mr. Bill Christie was the first time I walked into the
warehouse that Bart and I came to dub the LAVA House. After walking in
wonderment into that awesome building I met a man who introduced
himself as Mr. Bill and explained that he was "in his cups, so to say".
And then he asked, "Do you understand the words?"
Liking him
enough yet sort of uncertain about Bill, I moved in to the warehouse
and quickly got to know "Mr. Bill" Christie. Over time got to know him
I think about as well as I ever could anyone. As we all know, he had an
enormous personality that seemed to change a bit at times. There were
those few days over the 6.5 years that i knew him where he was stiff,
reserved and very internal. On those days I glanced into his eye to
check out what kinda day he was having and if there was no hint of
kindness, I knew to say "hi" and move on quickly. I never really
attempted to find out what was going on with that side of Bill. It was
intriguing though.
But most of the time, whether or not he was
being arrogant, he was as extroverted as a person could get. He was
loud, uninhibited and full of all sorts of wild things to say. He loved
to argue and he love to tell you what you should do. No, he would
suggest to you, as he loved to put it. And you better suggest to him
anything that you had to tell him. But he loved to establish himself as
being an authority for anything that you wanted to talk with him about.
For a couple of years he called me a puppy and rubbed my head
aggressively when he did so or he would just plain out would call me a
"neophyte" and each time he did he'd ask me again, "if I understood the
word." He seemed proud every time I "suggested" to him what it meant;)
He would often guide me through tasks with patience and taught me how
to work many machines or tools with a clarity of directions and his own
sort of pride in being helpful. The only condition was that I had to
accept that he was the boss and I, the pupil. And as a side note, I was
always so impressed with his ability to verbally direct me to anything
he or I needed in his studio, no matter where it was. He had a memory
like an elephant.
I was also expected to help Bill very often as
I was one of a number of us that he relied on to do things for him,
like move large objects, play monkey and run phone and electiric lines,
move boxes, whatever. Last year he had written a list of things that he
wanted me to do on an old library card catalog index card that I found
out in the trash pickup years ago. He had apparently run out of them
and one of the last things for me to do on this particular list was to
get another stack of index cards out of my studio. So I ran in and got
a decent sized stack and left it with him. So the next time that I
walked into his space he already had 3 or 4 of those cards filled up
with new "Tasks" that he immediately informed me of. But when I could,
I'd help him out gladly and spend some good times with him along the
way.
But I assume he didn't always rely on other people like
this, as this reliance really seemed to grow over the last year or two.
But as I helped him more and more, I noticed that his respect for me
would grow. He was often very kind and gentle, with just that bit of
edge.
But sometimes I would need to walk into the LAVA House to
get a tool for home, or something else small and in an attempt to evade
a storm of criticisms, task lists, a demand for a ride to the store, or
a responsibility to sit still for half an hour to gab, I'd open the
warehouse door very quietly and literally tip toe to my studio, so as
to not get caught up. And for a guy with tennitis and a screaming
television, he could somehow hear so well.
But 90% of the time
we'd greet Bill in an endearing way. And it was especially fun to walk
in with a new visitor or two to the LAVA House and upon entering the
door yell out, "Doooog Assss" to which we would hear, a joyous
haaa----Haaaa! AY--- Doga---ss.... Amused by man behind the curtain we
would visit him for a bit and he would rarely disappoint.
Which
brings me to the memory of Bill that I asked Bart to share with me last
night. Bart was particularly intrigued by Bill's tendency to always ask
newly acquainted company, "What's your forte?", his fancy way of asking
"What do you do?" And after asking his new visitor their background, he
would genuinely listen closely with interest and usually ask a couple
of questions to them to get a little more information. But the flip
side, Bart said, is that you would then have to listen to Bill... for
about 2 hours. He would go on and on and he just loved to talk. But it
was okay really because he really knew so much and was truly
interesting to listen to as he went from topic to topic. But after a
while, you just had to tell him to shut up. And at that moment you
would have truly gained his respect, because you had stood up to him. I
feel over the last couple of years that Bill had come to truly respect
me and Bart, a lot more than when we initially met him. He had sort of
ushered us into what most would like to call adulthood. As he'd say,
"Been there, seen it, done it." He brought us experience and we're all
thankful for that.He gave that to all of us.
Lastly and I have
to make this kinda quick unfortunately, Bill always told Bart to pick
up his feet when he walked, and asked in a perturbed manner, "Why do
you have your hands in your pockets?" Bart always finds himself now
hearing Bill asking this question to him whenever he realizes that he
has hands in his pockets. Upon hearing about this I had to think about
what the heck that means and Bart and I agreed that he was basically
saying in his special Bill way, "Idle hands are the Devil's hands."
Bill wanted us to remember our potential, know our abilities, and to
succeed by taking life by the horns. And for these insights, we love
and appreciate Bill for his own brand of wisdom. We will miss how he
left us hanging on every word.
In closing, I thought last night
about what i would be like as a person if i had never met Bill Christie
and all I could come up with was that I wouldn't want to know. And I
really don't think that any of us would. With all his great qualities
and all his bad ones, he came as the full package. Full of life, love
and appreciation for his friends and his wonderful family. So if you
all will please join me and Hallie in sending him off... We'll all give
him his favorite answer to his favorite question, "Who loves us?"....
"We Do!"