
A dear friend made his transition a week ago. Dear friend to many, actor, musician, husband, father, cool cat Nils Anderson is feeling no pain after a five year battle with cancer. I found out as I turned on my phone while taxiing to my gate at NYC's JFK airport last Saturday. He left a multitude of us with hearts aching for one more hug but full of his unique presence and the understated but sincere joy that he offered us all. His presence is still felt substantially through his daughter Amy and his son Eric and his wife Leslie. I will also personally remember him each time I develop an onstage character (and/or affix a fake moustache), see an upright bass, or hear a cool scat solo.

I remember closing night of a production of The Secret Garden in Vista, CA. Eric was hanging with us backstage as Nils and I got out of costume. Nils always had a secret with every character he played... something that informed his character work, but that he kept to himself until closing. He asked Eric and I if we wanted to know his secret as he had assessed the role of crusty Ben the Gardener. He removed his shoe, and taped to the sole of his sock were pennies and pebbles which gave him a very convincing limp onstage. I was enthralled, but the laugh that came out of E told me just how much the trade passed from father to son. It was a great glimpse into that family. I too am grateful for a father who is willing to pass on his stories to his kids. Not everyone is so lucky.

The day after Nils passed, Eric was in NYC fulfilling the culmination of a lot of dream-filled work... work that Nilsie lived to hear about. The Freakers Ball (an evening of the musings of Shel Silverstein) became so much more than just a groovy evening. It was a celebration of the heart of Nils carried on through E. For me it became more like "The Freakers Bawl." I was a mess and I was so honored to be present. Nilsie was in the room.

Today, a few friends were walking through Central Park. A little jazz combo was playing. One of us said, "I love an upright bass." It was a few hours later when we realized that we all thought of Nils at that same moment. As it should be.
Rest well, Nilsie. We miss you, but you're still with us in so many wonderful ways. Heaven is a much cooler place right now.