Someone once asked me if I was surprised that Oliver became a famous musician. I told him that I wasn’t surprised that he became a famous comedian. And now that he’s gone, I can say that I am indeed surprised at the level of superstardom he achieved in his short career.
Kirsten and Oliver were both twelve years old when they took a trip to NYC with their B40 Jr. High 8th grade class. I think that’s when their six year saga began. Upon their return from New York, I had the task of picking Kirsten up at the school in the middle of the night. When Kirsten emerged from the bus, she introduced me to a skinny little guy named Oliver. He was shy and the way they glanced back at each other as we departed made it clear to me that “something” was going on. The next morning, Kirsten made her pitch to me and said, “You’re going to love Oliver, he’s exactly like you.” And turns out she was right. I did love Oliver and he was exactly like me. My little protégé lol.For the next few years Oliver was a fixture at our household. The tell tale sign of his skateboard leaned against the house by the front door signaled that he was there.
I had a vast collection of music and eclectic videos that Oliver was intrigued by, especially Andy Kaufman. I had about a half dozen Kaufman videos that would periodically disappear and show up later on, as if they had never left the shelf.Watching the music develop in real time was so fun to watch. They would rehearse and record at O’s house then bring stuff over for me to listen to. We were only ten doors down so there was lots of transit between the two locations. Some of the material made it onto the final cut of what became the Splitting Branches album. In the beginning, Tree was conceptualized as a trio consisting of Oliver, Kirsten and Christian (Shelf Nunny). They adopted the name “Tree” for their “trio” as a nod to the Simpsons Treehouse of Terror, which is itself a nod to the 70s horror classic, Trilogy of Terror. Plus Tree is Oliver’s middle name. Everything Oliver did seemed to be layered with subtle meaning. Onion onion onion…When Kirsten and Oliver broke up after a six year on/off relationship, (mostly on/off), Oliver and I continued to keep in touch.
In 2016, Oliver and I were both back in town for the holidays and planned to meet up. He had agreed to help me with a short video project I was working on. I had cast Oliver to play the part of young Randy in my Randy Beware video. I had been working on the project for a few months and racking my brain trying to figure out “who” should play the part of young Randy. While meditating on the issue, I fell asleep and dreamt that young Randy had a bowl cut hairdo. I hadn’t seen a bowl cut for ages. Within a day or few, I saw Oliver’s “Forget It” video for the first time. When I saw Oliver sporting a bowl cut, it seemed obvious. Oliver was the guy for the part… it seemed. I contacted him and he agreed to help.When we met up, he informed me that he only had 45 minutes to shoot. His mother had a family holiday dinner planned that he was expected to attend. Since forty five minutes wasn’t near enough time to set up and shoot the multiple scenes I had planned, we decided to just hang out at the Bagelry and catch up since it was the first time we had met up for five years and that was the best use of our time.
I shelved the project for a couple of years until my friend Bobby Victor (from the Dweezil Zappa band) agreed to compose and record a soundtrack. Fisher Clark ended up playing young Randy and I’m happy with the way it turned out. Unfortunately Oliver didn’t get to participate and I’m not even sure if he saw the semi-final cut. I hope he did. Oliver always put us on the guest list at his shows and took time to meet up with us whenever he was in town.Oliver forced us to feel.He made us laugh.He made us cringe. He made us doubt. And he made us cry.
Oliver forced us to feel life. He didn’t care if you loved him or hated him. Making us feel was his goal.
His time was cut short far too soon and I know there was much more that he wanted to accomplish in life. But what a life it was. I will miss him.God speed my little protégé

































