christa assad

Just before Christmas one of my favorite people in the world died of injuries from a house fire in Oakland, CA. He was 31 years old, full of life, and at the time was visiting the Bay Area to reunite and record with his long-time bandmates, The Japonize Elephants. I first met Evan about 11 years ago in Bloomington, Indiana. I was in grad school then, and Evan was the best friend of my then-boyfriend…well, back then dating any one of the nine members of the Japonize Elephants was like dating the whole band: we had Jaeger Thursdays (accompanied by reel to reel, old-school movies rented from the library), Bob’s Bacon Barn barbecues, group swims in the “Hair Pool”, and rainy night streaks down South Grant street. Oh, and lets not forget tending to the Cess! Whatever the event, Evan was always there standing in the center of the group of us, entertaining. His effortless stand-up routine left us all writhing on the floor and trying not to pee our pants. No one could wear Spandex like he could, and when GoGoYaYa arrived on the scene - forget about it! - might as well bring your toilet paper along in your bag…I could tell stories about Evan all night. Our paths intertwined closely over the past decade, as most of the Elephants moved to the Bay Area around the same time I did, in 1999. Evan split his time between these cities, balancing love and music, and any time he was in SF I was sure to find him. He just had that special sumpin’ sumpin’ - a magical kind of charisma that drew everyone to him. His wacky humor left nothing untouched, nothing sacred. But most of all, he used himself as the object of all jokes - add costumes, make-up, lights, music, whiskey…and off he went! Evan will always live on in my heart and in my laughter, I know, but his absence will be obvious. He was just so warm and cuddly, ready to give a really great hug, and always able to cheer me up. You couldn’t not laugh around Evan - and he included everyone in his circle. Everyone that knew him loved him - and he holds a special place in my heart. His loss is a very, very hard one for me to bear - so I’d like to post a photo of him here, so that I can see his fun-loving self every time I check in. Evan, you will never be forgotten! Evan leaves behind a wife and two boys. Evan and his wife, Jill, had just bought a house - and now Jill is left to support herself and her two boys without the much-needed help of Evan’s income. Her biggest fear is losing their new home. Any contribution will be gratefully accepted - whether you knew Evan or just want to help. Thank you!! To donate to the Evan Lives Memorial Fund go here: http://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_xclick&business=gogoyayaliveson%40gmail%2ecom&item_name=Evan%20Farrell%20Memorial%20Fund p.s. i didn’t even mention what a super-talented, multi-instrumentalist Evan was!!! Believe it!