Christopher Todd Feinstein
(May 26, 1967 – December 15, 2009)
Christopher Todd Feinstein, was born in Tennessee on May 26, 1967 to his Parents; Richard Homer Feinstein and Barbara Gayle Williams. Brother to Richard Scott Feinstein, and Tamelyn Carol Feinstein.
He was a beloved son, brother, uncle and friend to all.
Chris passed away unexpectedly on Tuesday, December 15, 2009 at age 42 in New York City.
Chris, a well-known professional musician, producer, writer and collaborator, who started his musical career at the age of 15, is perhaps best known as the bassist for Ryan Adams and the Cardinals. He recorded three albums as a Cardinal--Easy Tiger, Follow the Lights, and Cardiology -- and toured the world extensively. Most recently, along with his fellow Cardinals bandmates, he played bass on New Zealand artist Gin Wigmore's debut album, Holy Smoke.
Feinstein, a 27-year music industry veteran, also performed with Shadow 15, The Questionnaires, Bedlam, and Iodine and contributed musically to various artists' albums, including Fat Joe (Loyalty), Chantal Kreviazuk (Color Moving; Still), Tim Finn (Say It Is So), Patty Griffin (Flaming Red) and Minnie Driver (Seastories). He produced or co-produced a myriad of artists, including, The Astrojet, Clara Venus, Moby (radio singles for the hits "South Side" featuring Gwen Stefani and "We Are Made of Stars", and music for The Beatles-based film soundtrack for I Am Sam. As a multi-instrumentalist, writer and collaborator, he worked and appeared on albums by highly acclaimed artists, including Albert Hammond, Jr. (of the Strokes) and Santogold (with noted producer John Hill).
Most of all, Chris will be remembered as a kind, hilarious, brilliant, joyful friend to so many in New York, Nashville and beyond.
Chris is survived by his mother & stepfather, Gayle and Leonel Escamilla; brother, Scott Feinstein and wife Suzanne; sister, Tamelyn Feinstein and husband, Ken Mastri; niece, Brittney Bush Bollay and husband Benn; and nephew and niece, Julian and Sofia Mastri.
Preceding him in death was his beloved father, Richard Feinstein.
Visitation was held on Sunday, December 20, 2009 from 4-8 p.m., at the Woodbine Funeral Home in, Nashville, Tennessee. Graveside service and burial were held on Monday, December 21, 2009 at 10a.m., at Woodlawn Memorial Park. Family & friends served as Pallbearers. Memorial celebration was held on Monday, December 21st at 11a.m., at the Belcourt Theatre in Nashville, Tennessee.
Arrangements were done by: WOODBINE FUNERAL HOME.
Eulogy delivered by Tommy Womack:
A bond of love here today, holds us together, the love we all feel for Chris, united by our need to gain strength from one another, gaining it even as we give it, in order the bear that which is unbearable.
We've lost a masterpiece of a human being. They don't come more adorable, more captivatingly talented, more hilarious, more loving, than Chris Feinstein.
The loss is all the more devastating for the suddenness of it. A week ago today, no one expected to be here now. Yet here we are, and thank God that a wonderful man had such wonderful taste in friends and loved ones whom we can all lean on now when we need to.
A life that is full and rich and well lived isn't always a long one. Chris indeed lived a very full and very successful life. People twice his age never touch a fraction as many people with the love, laughter and joy that Chris did. It's cold comfort now to know, that we were lucky to have him for however long we did; we want more days with him, understandably. And the only way we can get more, now, is to take a bit of Chris with us everywhere we go from now on.
Chris was lovable, not just likable but lovable. Man or woman, you wanted to cuddle him; you wanted to take him home for a hot meal. There is no one who didn't like him. I don't like comparing a man to a dog but it's come up over and over the last few days, Chris was a puppy so excited to see you every time he saw you, full of love and wanting nothing more than for you to smile at him.
Music liked to be around him. In a town where being a great musician is no big deal, Chris was still an uncommon talent. He was inherently musical; he played with a sublime grace and empathy. He never played his instrument; he played the song. His whole life was one beautiful song.
Chris got to the top; he rang the bell. He made beautiful and important music at the forefront of a movement. He was a great among greats. The day will come when germy fans will tug us on our sleeves and ask us if we really knew him. It's hard to think that among us right now, knowing him as a friend, but those people in the world of chat rooms and message boards worshipped his music as much as we loved the man, and we will be meeting those people for years and years to come, reassuring them one by one that yes, he was every bit as cool as you've heard he was.
My fondest memory of Chris is the day he came over with Brad to buy the bis-quits van, which was also the last Government Cheese van, and I was happy that it would go to Iodine, brothers of the road who would appreciate the olfactory character of a rock and roll vehicle. We sat in my living room for thirty minutes or so and, while Brad was a brilliant straight man, Chris sat in a chair and made me laugh, and laugh, and laugh. He wasn't even trying to. He never had to try. Humor, like music, liked to be around Chris. When they left, my sides hurt, and I talked about that joyous afternoon to people for months afterward. I loved him; you loved him. Screw the past tense: we still love him.
Relationship to Contributor: Family Friend
(May 26, 1967 – December 15, 2009)
Christopher Todd Feinstein, was born in Tennessee on May 26, 1967 to his Parents; Richard Homer Feinstein and Barbara Gayle Williams. Brother to Richard Scott Feinstein, and Tamelyn Carol Feinstein.
He was a beloved son, brother, uncle and friend to all.
Chris passed away unexpectedly on Tuesday, December 15, 2009 at age 42 in New York City.
Chris, a well-known professional musician, producer, writer and collaborator, who started his musical career at the age of 15, is perhaps best known as the bassist for Ryan Adams and the Cardinals. He recorded three albums as a Cardinal--Easy Tiger, Follow the Lights, and Cardiology -- and toured the world extensively. Most recently, along with his fellow Cardinals bandmates, he played bass on New Zealand artist Gin Wigmore's debut album, Holy Smoke.
Feinstein, a 27-year music industry veteran, also performed with Shadow 15, The Questionnaires, Bedlam, and Iodine and contributed musically to various artists' albums, including Fat Joe (Loyalty), Chantal Kreviazuk (Color Moving; Still), Tim Finn (Say It Is So), Patty Griffin (Flaming Red) and Minnie Driver (Seastories). He produced or co-produced a myriad of artists, including, The Astrojet, Clara Venus, Moby (radio singles for the hits "South Side" featuring Gwen Stefani and "We Are Made of Stars", and music for The Beatles-based film soundtrack for I Am Sam. As a multi-instrumentalist, writer and collaborator, he worked and appeared on albums by highly acclaimed artists, including Albert Hammond, Jr. (of the Strokes) and Santogold (with noted producer John Hill).
Most of all, Chris will be remembered as a kind, hilarious, brilliant, joyful friend to so many in New York, Nashville and beyond.
Chris is survived by his mother & stepfather, Gayle and Leonel Escamilla; brother, Scott Feinstein and wife Suzanne; sister, Tamelyn Feinstein and husband, Ken Mastri; niece, Brittney Bush Bollay and husband Benn; and nephew and niece, Julian and Sofia Mastri.
Preceding him in death was his beloved father, Richard Feinstein.
Visitation was held on Sunday, December 20, 2009 from 4-8 p.m., at the Woodbine Funeral Home in, Nashville, Tennessee. Graveside service and burial were held on Monday, December 21, 2009 at 10a.m., at Woodlawn Memorial Park. Family & friends served as Pallbearers. Memorial celebration was held on Monday, December 21st at 11a.m., at the Belcourt Theatre in Nashville, Tennessee.
Arrangements were done by: WOODBINE FUNERAL HOME.
Eulogy delivered by Tommy Womack:
A bond of love here today, holds us together, the love we all feel for Chris, united by our need to gain strength from one another, gaining it even as we give it, in order the bear that which is unbearable.
We've lost a masterpiece of a human being. They don't come more adorable, more captivatingly talented, more hilarious, more loving, than Chris Feinstein.
The loss is all the more devastating for the suddenness of it. A week ago today, no one expected to be here now. Yet here we are, and thank God that a wonderful man had such wonderful taste in friends and loved ones whom we can all lean on now when we need to.
A life that is full and rich and well lived isn't always a long one. Chris indeed lived a very full and very successful life. People twice his age never touch a fraction as many people with the love, laughter and joy that Chris did. It's cold comfort now to know, that we were lucky to have him for however long we did; we want more days with him, understandably. And the only way we can get more, now, is to take a bit of Chris with us everywhere we go from now on.
Chris was lovable, not just likable but lovable. Man or woman, you wanted to cuddle him; you wanted to take him home for a hot meal. There is no one who didn't like him. I don't like comparing a man to a dog but it's come up over and over the last few days, Chris was a puppy so excited to see you every time he saw you, full of love and wanting nothing more than for you to smile at him.
Music liked to be around him. In a town where being a great musician is no big deal, Chris was still an uncommon talent. He was inherently musical; he played with a sublime grace and empathy. He never played his instrument; he played the song. His whole life was one beautiful song.
Chris got to the top; he rang the bell. He made beautiful and important music at the forefront of a movement. He was a great among greats. The day will come when germy fans will tug us on our sleeves and ask us if we really knew him. It's hard to think that among us right now, knowing him as a friend, but those people in the world of chat rooms and message boards worshipped his music as much as we loved the man, and we will be meeting those people for years and years to come, reassuring them one by one that yes, he was every bit as cool as you've heard he was.
My fondest memory of Chris is the day he came over with Brad to buy the bis-quits van, which was also the last Government Cheese van, and I was happy that it would go to Iodine, brothers of the road who would appreciate the olfactory character of a rock and roll vehicle. We sat in my living room for thirty minutes or so and, while Brad was a brilliant straight man, Chris sat in a chair and made me laugh, and laugh, and laugh. He wasn't even trying to. He never had to try. Humor, like music, liked to be around Chris. When they left, my sides hurt, and I talked about that joyous afternoon to people for months afterward. I loved him; you loved him. Screw the past tense: we still love him.
Relationship to Contributor: Family Friend
Christopher Todd Feinstein
(May 26, 1967 – December 15, 2009)
Christopher Todd Feinstein, was born in Tennessee on May 26, 1967 to his Parents; Richard Homer Feinstein and Barbara Gayle Williams. Brother to Richard Scott Feinstein, and Tamelyn Carol Feinstein.
He was a beloved son, brother, uncle and friend to all.
Chris passed away unexpectedly on Tuesday, December 15, 2009 at age 42 in New York City.
Chris, a well-known professional musician, producer, writer and collaborator, who started his musical career at the age of 15, is perhaps best known as the bassist for Ryan Adams and the Cardinals. He recorded three albums as a Cardinal--Easy Tiger, Follow the Lights, and Cardiology -- and toured the world extensively. Most recently, along with his fellow Cardinals bandmates, he played bass on New Zealand artist Gin Wigmore's debut album, Holy Smoke.
Feinstein, a 27-year music industry veteran, also performed with Shadow 15, The Questionnaires, Bedlam, and Iodine and contributed musically to various artists' albums, including Fat Joe (Loyalty), Chantal Kreviazuk (Color Moving; Still), Tim Finn (Say It Is So), Patty Griffin (Flaming Red) and Minnie Driver (Seastories). He produced or co-produced a myriad of artists, including, The Astrojet, Clara Venus, Moby (radio singles for the hits "South Side" featuring Gwen Stefani and "We Are Made of Stars", and music for The Beatles-based film soundtrack for I Am Sam. As a multi-instrumentalist, writer and collaborator, he worked and appeared on albums by highly acclaimed artists, including Albert Hammond, Jr. (of the Strokes) and Santogold (with noted producer John Hill).
Most of all, Chris will be remembered as a kind, hilarious, brilliant, joyful friend to so many in New York, Nashville and beyond.
Chris is survived by his mother & stepfather, Gayle and Leonel Escamilla; brother, Scott Feinstein and wife Suzanne; sister, Tamelyn Feinstein and husband, Ken Mastri; niece, Brittney Bush Bollay and husband Benn; and nephew and niece, Julian and Sofia Mastri.
Preceding him in death was his beloved father, Richard Feinstein.
Visitation was held on Sunday, December 20, 2009 from 4-8 p.m., at the Woodbine Funeral Home in, Nashville, Tennessee. Graveside service and burial were held on Monday, December 21, 2009 at 10a.m., at Woodlawn Memorial Park. Family & friends served as Pallbearers. Memorial celebration was held on Monday, December 21st at 11a.m., at the Belcourt Theatre in Nashville, Tennessee.
Arrangements were done by: WOODBINE FUNERAL HOME.
Eulogy delivered by Tommy Womack:
A bond of love here today, holds us together, the love we all feel for Chris, united by our need to gain strength from one another, gaining it even as we give it, in order the bear that which is unbearable.
We've lost a masterpiece of a human being. They don't come more adorable, more captivatingly talented, more hilarious, more loving, than Chris Feinstein.
The loss is all the more devastating for the suddenness of it. A week ago today, no one expected to be here now. Yet here we are, and thank God that a wonderful man had such wonderful taste in friends and loved ones whom we can all lean on now when we need to.
A life that is full and rich and well lived isn't always a long one. Chris indeed lived a very full and very successful life. People twice his age never touch a fraction as many people with the love, laughter and joy that Chris did. It's cold comfort now to know, that we were lucky to have him for however long we did; we want more days with him, understandably. And the only way we can get more, now, is to take a bit of Chris with us everywhere we go from now on.
Chris was lovable, not just likable but lovable. Man or woman, you wanted to cuddle him; you wanted to take him home for a hot meal. There is no one who didn't like him. I don't like comparing a man to a dog but it's come up over and over the last few days, Chris was a puppy so excited to see you every time he saw you, full of love and wanting nothing more than for you to smile at him.
Music liked to be around him. In a town where being a great musician is no big deal, Chris was still an uncommon talent. He was inherently musical; he played with a sublime grace and empathy. He never played his instrument; he played the song. His whole life was one beautiful song.
Chris got to the top; he rang the bell. He made beautiful and important music at the forefront of a movement. He was a great among greats. The day will come when germy fans will tug us on our sleeves and ask us if we really knew him. It's hard to think that among us right now, knowing him as a friend, but those people in the world of chat rooms and message boards worshipped his music as much as we loved the man, and we will be meeting those people for years and years to come, reassuring them one by one that yes, he was every bit as cool as you've heard he was.
My fondest memory of Chris is the day he came over with Brad to buy the bis-quits van, which was also the last Government Cheese van, and I was happy that it would go to Iodine, brothers of the road who would appreciate the olfactory character of a rock and roll vehicle. We sat in my living room for thirty minutes or so and, while Brad was a brilliant straight man, Chris sat in a chair and made me laugh, and laugh, and laugh. He wasn't even trying to. He never had to try. Humor, like music, liked to be around Chris. When they left, my sides hurt, and I talked about that joyous afternoon to people for months afterward. I loved him; you loved him. Screw the past tense: we still love him.
Relationship to Contributor: Family Friend
(May 26, 1967 – December 15, 2009)
Christopher Todd Feinstein, was born in Tennessee on May 26, 1967 to his Parents; Richard Homer Feinstein and Barbara Gayle Williams. Brother to Richard Scott Feinstein, and Tamelyn Carol Feinstein.
He was a beloved son, brother, uncle and friend to all.
Chris passed away unexpectedly on Tuesday, December 15, 2009 at age 42 in New York City.
Chris, a well-known professional musician, producer, writer and collaborator, who started his musical career at the age of 15, is perhaps best known as the bassist for Ryan Adams and the Cardinals. He recorded three albums as a Cardinal--Easy Tiger, Follow the Lights, and Cardiology -- and toured the world extensively. Most recently, along with his fellow Cardinals bandmates, he played bass on New Zealand artist Gin Wigmore's debut album, Holy Smoke.
Feinstein, a 27-year music industry veteran, also performed with Shadow 15, The Questionnaires, Bedlam, and Iodine and contributed musically to various artists' albums, including Fat Joe (Loyalty), Chantal Kreviazuk (Color Moving; Still), Tim Finn (Say It Is So), Patty Griffin (Flaming Red) and Minnie Driver (Seastories). He produced or co-produced a myriad of artists, including, The Astrojet, Clara Venus, Moby (radio singles for the hits "South Side" featuring Gwen Stefani and "We Are Made of Stars", and music for The Beatles-based film soundtrack for I Am Sam. As a multi-instrumentalist, writer and collaborator, he worked and appeared on albums by highly acclaimed artists, including Albert Hammond, Jr. (of the Strokes) and Santogold (with noted producer John Hill).
Most of all, Chris will be remembered as a kind, hilarious, brilliant, joyful friend to so many in New York, Nashville and beyond.
Chris is survived by his mother & stepfather, Gayle and Leonel Escamilla; brother, Scott Feinstein and wife Suzanne; sister, Tamelyn Feinstein and husband, Ken Mastri; niece, Brittney Bush Bollay and husband Benn; and nephew and niece, Julian and Sofia Mastri.
Preceding him in death was his beloved father, Richard Feinstein.
Visitation was held on Sunday, December 20, 2009 from 4-8 p.m., at the Woodbine Funeral Home in, Nashville, Tennessee. Graveside service and burial were held on Monday, December 21, 2009 at 10a.m., at Woodlawn Memorial Park. Family & friends served as Pallbearers. Memorial celebration was held on Monday, December 21st at 11a.m., at the Belcourt Theatre in Nashville, Tennessee.
Arrangements were done by: WOODBINE FUNERAL HOME.
Eulogy delivered by Tommy Womack:
A bond of love here today, holds us together, the love we all feel for Chris, united by our need to gain strength from one another, gaining it even as we give it, in order the bear that which is unbearable.
We've lost a masterpiece of a human being. They don't come more adorable, more captivatingly talented, more hilarious, more loving, than Chris Feinstein.
The loss is all the more devastating for the suddenness of it. A week ago today, no one expected to be here now. Yet here we are, and thank God that a wonderful man had such wonderful taste in friends and loved ones whom we can all lean on now when we need to.
A life that is full and rich and well lived isn't always a long one. Chris indeed lived a very full and very successful life. People twice his age never touch a fraction as many people with the love, laughter and joy that Chris did. It's cold comfort now to know, that we were lucky to have him for however long we did; we want more days with him, understandably. And the only way we can get more, now, is to take a bit of Chris with us everywhere we go from now on.
Chris was lovable, not just likable but lovable. Man or woman, you wanted to cuddle him; you wanted to take him home for a hot meal. There is no one who didn't like him. I don't like comparing a man to a dog but it's come up over and over the last few days, Chris was a puppy so excited to see you every time he saw you, full of love and wanting nothing more than for you to smile at him.
Music liked to be around him. In a town where being a great musician is no big deal, Chris was still an uncommon talent. He was inherently musical; he played with a sublime grace and empathy. He never played his instrument; he played the song. His whole life was one beautiful song.
Chris got to the top; he rang the bell. He made beautiful and important music at the forefront of a movement. He was a great among greats. The day will come when germy fans will tug us on our sleeves and ask us if we really knew him. It's hard to think that among us right now, knowing him as a friend, but those people in the world of chat rooms and message boards worshipped his music as much as we loved the man, and we will be meeting those people for years and years to come, reassuring them one by one that yes, he was every bit as cool as you've heard he was.
My fondest memory of Chris is the day he came over with Brad to buy the bis-quits van, which was also the last Government Cheese van, and I was happy that it would go to Iodine, brothers of the road who would appreciate the olfactory character of a rock and roll vehicle. We sat in my living room for thirty minutes or so and, while Brad was a brilliant straight man, Chris sat in a chair and made me laugh, and laugh, and laugh. He wasn't even trying to. He never had to try. Humor, like music, liked to be around Chris. When they left, my sides hurt, and I talked about that joyous afternoon to people for months afterward. I loved him; you loved him. Screw the past tense: we still love him.
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