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| Kelly at the "Nightmare Before Christmas" wrap party. To his right, Allison Abbate dances with Joe Ranft. |
When I got the news of Kelly Asbury's death yesterday, I immediately thought of the night he saved my life.
In April of 1992, I started working on The Nightmare Before Christmas in San Francisco. The studio was set up in an old, two story industrial building with a sprawling floor plan and no air conditioning. It looked like it was once an old factory, making ball-bearings or sausage. For reasons I have forgotten, faded hand prints of Herve Villachaize were set in the sidewalk just outside the front door, which opened to 7th Street, several blocks south of Market. I worked in an open bullpen area doing storyboards with Mike Cachuela and Joe Ranft. In an adjacent room, Kelly worked in the art department with Kendall Cronkhite and Deane Taylor.
Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, a trial of four cops who beat Rodney King senseless was wrapping up. On April 29th, they were acquitted of using excessive force despite video footage to the contrary. The streets of south central Los Angeles erupted in rage with violent protests.
At the studio the next day, there was a general buzz of disbelief about the verdict. The locals knew that San Francisco was not to be outdone when it comes to street rage, and kept an ear on their radios for local unrest. Just after lunch, Kelly came around to the bullpen.
"Hey Steve, do you pass Market Street going home?" he asked.





