Death Cab for Cutie in Reno- Sep. 28, 2015

Since my boyfriend went camping this week, I decided last minute to get a Death Cab For Cutie, who played (briefly) at the GSR last night.


Frontman Ben Gibbard, pre-tantrum

I showed up, gave $35 to the friendly staff at the box office for a General Admission ticket, and in minutes found myself in the front of the stage with a bunch of young hipsters. The opening band was great, and then Death Cab came out and launched into one of their new songs. They sounded good, and since guitarist Nick was out having a baby, David Bazan filled in for him (which to me was a special treat).

I belted out the lyrics to “New Year”, “Little Wanderer”, “Ghost of Beverly Drive”, and even got teary-eyed singing “Black Sun”- the first song I heard after my brother Erik died.

But then about six songs in, front man Ben Gibbard threw down his guitar. I thought it was because he was rocking out so hard, but he subsequently broke their only amp. (He said it was like having an old, trusty car, and this one happened to take a shit.) They played one song on the piano as the roadies worked on it, but then the show began to go downhill fast. They played one more song and Ben stormed off the stage, leaving the rest of the band to finish it.

Then we all stood around, wondering if Death Cab was going to come back onstage. There was a small break as three stagehands tried to fix the amp,  and a couple minutes went by before the band returned. They played a couple more songs, but you could tell that the amp wasn’t working right. Again, Ben threw down his guitar and stormed off the stage. A few minutes later, the rest of the band came out and apologized, saying they “owed Reno one”.

Then it was over. In the end, Death Cab played about 10 songs and it was a decent show, but I’m pretty disappointed in Ben’s temper tantrum. I’ve been a pretty dedicated fan for over 12 years. I first saw them play The Fillmore, SF on Nov. 17, 2003 with Nada Surf, and I don’t remember Ben being quite the diva. Unfortunately I heard from friends on Facebook that this is a pretty common occurrence for them.

Anyways, I’m glad I didn’t pay more than $35 for the show, and everyone at the GSR was super nice. At least I got to hear “Black Sun” and the almost-full moon made everything sparkle on the way back to Lake Tahoe.

Looks like Radiohead has once again secured the #1 spot on Kayla’s Favorite Bands list.

Listen to:

Part of “Little Wanderer

Part of “Black Sun

Memories of Erik

As relayed on Sep. 12, 2015

Image-46259_20150828What I remember about Erik growing up, he was always around to play with. When he lived here with his room in the garage, I was so amazed by his living space- his telescope, his snoopy stuff, the galaxy he had hanging from the ceiling. He was always willing to show me the stars. (And my mom would later recount that he was mad when the streetlights were put in- adding to the light pollution.)

We both shared a love of reading, and throughout the years he gave me books like, What Einstein Told His Barber and West of Jesus- Science, Surfing and the Origins of Belief. Whenever I read philosophy, I think of Erik. When we both came home to visit, you could find either of us reading on the swing down by the river, lounging by the pool or on the deck, but especially Erik. When I read his book, Vistas of Many Worlds, I was in awe by the way he could bring together space, time, and the expanse of the universe simplified for the rest of us in layman’s terms. And the beautiful photography. That book showed his genius mind.

Last weekend when I went to Erik’s service in Ashland, I was struck by how lovely all of his friends were. He surrounded himself with highly intelligent and creative people. We know he was never one for small talk, but he was good at connecting people who were at his level, and was happy to engage with you in something of strategy with anyone of any age; who could help stimulate his mind and be a kid again.

I felt like I had a certain amount of commonality with Erik and his friends. When I was working in the wakeboarding industry in Florida, Erik was shooting photography for Hot Boat magazine. Once when I went to a wakeboarding event in Arizona, I found myself on a cigarette boat exploring Lake Havasu. I asked the owner of the boat if he knew my brother, and Todd did in fact shoot photography with him from a helicopter before. He was surprised to hear that we were related, and regarded Erik with much respect.

Erik was intuitive, loyal, and had a great memory. Once on my birthday he gave me a can of peas with a $10 check attached to it. Knowing that I hated canned peas, he knew which one I was going to pick. He was so good at recalling what Jason (my brother) and I were like when we were kids.

And you better not lie to him about the Easter Bunny or stumbling onto a turtle in the front yard, because even as a little kid he was too smart to believe in that.

I will never forget the day that Erik took me on a cruise around Lake Tahoe with his Porsche Club. He needed a co-pilot and I had the time. The day was sunny, perfect, and just being there with him and his friends was so special to me. We ended up at a house in Alpine Meadows of a guy who had an incredible wine cellar. I look back at having a light-hearted, fun day with my brother.

The last time I saw Erik was on Father’s Day. We talked about web development a little bit and he helped me download an app to read documents on my tablet. When I left and went back to Lake Tahoe, I gave everyone hugs, including Erik in the kitchen. But then he did something different- he walked me out with my dad.

They both stood there, looking so much alike with their arms crossed, mustaches, and topless- I think- since it was over 100 degrees in Redding. The both of them together, sending me off.

I’ve tried to read a lot into that day, but now I do think Erik was just there to show his love for me.

There’s no doubt that my life is enriched because Erik Dean Anderson was in it.

Other Random Memories:

  • How he played the piano; he could hear something and pick it up immediately but couldn’t read sheet music
  • His love of Weird Al Yankovic and The Simpsons
  • You better spell his name with a “k”, not a “c”
  • How he helped Noah and I with our high school video project- dubbing Rush into our Ayn Rand review

My Ashland Itinerary

An unfortunate tragedy led me to visit Ashland, Oregon twice in the last two months and I can’t wait to visit under better circumstances. Here are some of the place I will go when I go back to enjoy Ashland:

  1. Go on a hike
  2. See a Curtain Climbers show
  3. Visit the Japanese Garden in Lithia Park
  4. Wine taste at Dana Campbell Vineyards and Belle Fiore Winery
  5. Go star gazing with the Southern Oregon Skywatchers
  6. Have a meal on the way out of town at Callahan’s

Have you been to any of these places? If so, what did you think?

Itinerary courtesy of Erik Anderson

A Day in Seattle

space needleTwo Octobers ago, I planned to enter a longboarding contest outside of Seattle. I booked my flight, planned to stay at an Air B&B, started planning out my car rental… But when the day came to leave, I missed my flight. Not leaving work in time, Reno traffic, getting stuck behind a semi, Delta Airlines being Delta Airlines, you-name-it…I guess I wasn’t meant to go.

So approaching last October, as my roundtrip flight to Seattle was about to expire, I decided to use my credit for a quick getaway back to Seattle and see everything I could see in a day. Here’s how it went:chihuly3

Oct. 24, 11pm: Flew into Seattle-Tacoma Intl Airport, took the Link Light Rail to downtown

midnight: Once reaching downtown, took a cab to the City Hostel and was greeted with a mummy hanging out front. Oh, yeah, Halloween is coming up. Passed out in a bunk bed in an empty room.

pike placeOct. 25, 8:30am: woke up, showered, enjoyed a free continental breakfast in a hostel full of people, started walking. It was surprisingly sunny!

9:40am: made it to Pike’s Place! Never saw a fish fly, but loved the Farmers Market feel. Tried a chocolate-covered cherry at Chukar’s and didn’t bother trying to get a coffee at Starbucks since the line was around the corner.

chihuly210:25am: walked to the Space Needle, enjoyed the panoramic view from the top and enjoyed a coffee there. It was starting to get overcast.

11am: was totally enamored with Chihuly Garden and Glass. Bought my favorite moms cool gifts and took lots of pictures.

12:30pm: walked through Olympic Sculpture Park along the water and admired the art

1pm: made it to Miner’s Landing and had an Anchor Steam and delicious crab sandwich overlooking the pier at the Crab Pot.

chihuly1:40pm: meandered over to Pioneer Square and in my travel found misprinted Christmas cards at Pike Street Press and an original Punch Out arcade game at Bon Voyage Vintage.

2:30pm: it started raining so I dipped into Cow Chips for a cookie.

3pm: went through Bill Speidel’s Underground Tour, one of the highlights of the trip. Entertaining, plus it was a way to get out of the rain and learn the history of Seattle.

rub w love4:30pm: walked back to the hostel and on the way window-shopped at kitche stores like Watson Kennedy Fine Home, Alki Arts, Finerie Colab (where they greet you with a truffle when you walk through the door)

6:40pm: had a seasoned sandwich at the Rub With Love Shack and a beer for dinner

9pm: back at the hostel, totally pooped and in bed

Oct. 26, 5am: grudgingly left the hostel and took a $20 shuttle to the airport

6am: flight out of Sea-Tec

11am: after a quick layover in SLC, I’m back in Reno by 11:20am

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