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Shiva Baum
October 9th, 1974 - April 11th, 2026
October 9th, 1974 - April 11th, 2026
“When they built you, brother, they broke the mold.” - Bruce Springsteen
Shiva Siddha Aaron Jason Moshe Ruven Baum was the big name of a very large presence in the world, combining his Jewish lineage with the heritage of Bhakti Hinduism. At the tender age of 51, Shiva left his body, painfree and peaceful, in Mission Viejo, CA after a brief, unexpected illness, days after attending his final Bruce Springsteen concert. Music was an integral part of his life, as was the spiritual realm, exemplified by his deep devotion to the Indian saint Neem Karoli Baba, his lifelong connection to Ram Dass, and his commitment to service.
Shiva was born in New York City in 1974 to his beloved parents, Radha and Mohan Baum, and blessed by his godfather, Krishna Das. Anyone who knew Shiva as he grew up recognized him as a true force of nature, filled with energy and knowledge exceeding his age, a precocious and dedicated lover of film and music. He attended Bard College and left to work in the music industry.
Shiva became a respected A&R professional who helped numerous indie and mainstream musicians find their artistic identities. He was known as a peak performance coach for artists and creatives, like guitarist Sammy Boller, now a full-time touring member of the Goo Goo Dolls. The musicians and bands he mentored knew it was the power of his love that sustained them and transformed their development. Shiva was head of music programming for the Bhakti Fest and Shakti Fest annual festivals that served as hubs for global mantra artists and spiritual musicians. For a decade he performed as the emcee on the main stage for Bhaktifest; those who attended as well as those who played there held him deeply in their hearts.
Over the years he was associated with many of the top names in the music industry. He was part of the Triloka Records team that supported Grammy-winning record producer Rick Rubin and noted kirtan artist Krishna Das in making several albums. He interned under Paul Sloman when Paul was the recording studio manager and producer at Sony Music Studios. He spent time under Danny Goldberg’s auspices when Danny was Chairman and CEO of Mercury Records Group, and had heartfelt associations with the artist Dave Matthews and Gardner Cole, songwriter and producer. Recently, he partnered with producer Jim Kaufman to develop the band Return to Dust and was thrilled when their breakout single ”Bored” hit number one on the US Active Rock Chart.
As a spiritually adept HinJew and loving son, his last years were dedicated to caretaking his mother, who had become disabled after an auto accident. Filled with such deep compassion and love, he truly appreciated everyone he was close with, bathing them with authentic and unyielding gratitude. Many considered him their best friend or spiritual brother.
Shiva was preceded in death by his maternal grandparents, Dale and Daniel Kasen, and his paternal grandparents Sylvia and Richard Baum. He is survived by his mother, Radha Baum, of New City, NY; father Mohan Baum of Goa, India; his aunt Adriane Greenberg of West Orange, NJ; cousin Adam Kutner of Las Vegas, NV; uncle Donald Kasen of Boynton Beach, FL; cousin Danielle Kasen of Ordell, NJ and daughter Eloise; cousin Jacqueline Kasen of Miami, FL; uncle Mark Baum of Baltimore, MD; cousin Eric of Portland, OR, and daughters Sylve and Alyce; cousin Jeffrey Baum of Baltimore, MD and sons Noah and Eli. Other surviving relatives are Annie Greenberg and daughter Zoe Greenberg Huber; Ellen Greenberg Schwartz and son Mark Weinberg; Fred Greenberg and sons Harris and Zachary; Fern Mermelstein Oliveri and daughters Ann Beth Oliveri, Nicole Curtis, and Michelle Oliveri Rosler.
Shiva was cremated in Costa Mesa, CA; rabbinical student Mikey Pauker, a longtime friend and musician, led a ceremony preceding the cremation. A portion of his ashes will be buried under a tree planted in his name in the memorial garden of the Neem Karoli Baba Ashram in Taos, NM. Some ashes will be scattered by his cousin Adam Kutner, some interred in a Jewish cemetery in the LA area, some are going to Hanuman Maui and the Pacific ocean, and some will be brought to the tip of Long island and released into the Atlantic. Mohan, Shiva’s father, will release some ashes into a sacred river in India.
Shiva was unlike any other and he will be missed and celebrated by family, friends, and those he graced. May his memory be a blessing to all as he travels in the realms of light.
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Pavan - Paul



Today is Shiva Baum’s memorial in Los Angeles — a Californian stone’s throw from Bhakti Fest, the place where I first met him about 10 years ago. And in his memory and honour, I’ll do my best to share a few words, sentiments, and memories here, as he himself was so wonderful at doing. Perhaps where so many people encountered him First was on that main stage at Bhakti Fest. It’s often a curious thing — sometimes we are presented with the absolute best the very first time we experience something, and then that bar is never quite met again, and this is how I feel about the Main Stage MC at Bhakti Fest. After coming from a simple ashram life in Guatemala, where we chanted sitting on the floor and had never even used a microphone before, suddenly we were at this festival in the desert with all of its production values, monitors, and speakers. And there was Shiva. At the end of every set, he would be there immediately — to congratulate, honour, and respect what had just happened; to hold the space while the changeover was taking place; to let people know what was coming next. And then, when it was time for the next kirtan to begin, he would introduce it all with such infused poetic and allegorical sentiment, bringing this kirtan lila to life with all the richness of the history of rock and pop from the last 50 years in a way that made it feel even more real to all of us, allowing us to sink more deeply into what was happening, to dig a little deeper and reach a little higher. Making everyone feel seen and special from the artists, to the crowd, the technical crew and beyond with equal aplomb, and never skipping a beat. He had and still does, have the ability to help everyone feel the importance and uniqueness of their role. A dharmic servant of Dharma, shiva was ever ready and ever capable of stoking the fires of Dharma within us all. Later on, He and I managed to spend moments together in Santa Monica drinking coffee so strong it felt like you were high on something else. In fact, we were high on the craft, the culture, the history — finding a place within it and moving it forward. Shiva was a man with whom I could speak about metaphor, analogy, music history, and Bhakti Tattva without ever skipping a beat. Somehow we met in this post-postmodern rock ’n’ roll Kirtan lila, where we discussed the music of Prince and Tom Petty in the same breath as Krishna Das and Neem Karoli Baba. Through our collaborations and shared moments — in kirtan, in the Bhakti Yoga Shala, and in the studio — not only did I learn things from him, but perhaps more potently, he helped affirm things I already knew. Brushing away doubt and offering reflection so that, in truth, the soul’s instinct could be revered, revealed, and acted upon. And perhaps for that, more than anything else, I am most grateful to him personally. So today, my brother, I salute you. I remember you. I invoke you. And I will chant with you once again — one time for all times. And as you would often say: you are under Maharaji’s blanket now. Grateful to all the community in Los Angeles for gathering and hosting everyone today, particularly Govindas. I have so many fond memories of arriving at Monday night kirtan with Shiva in his usual spot — always happy to introduce me to whoever he was speaking with, always happy to chant with all his voice and heart, and always ready to say a few words if required. May you fly high. May you find peace. We celebrate you and honour you. Ram Ram Ram Ram P.S. There is a fund being collected to support the work Shiva was doing in taking care of his mother. If anyone feels called to share or support this, it would be greatly appreciated — and its own reward in itself.
Tara Jade
We all miss our Shiva Baum and will be missed tremendously! Our Master of Ceremonies like only he can present🎈fly high Big Love💙🐒🔆🌿🌹
Shyam Markus






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Some pictures I posted to Facebook. Lots more coming.
Clayton Campbell

Shiva is my brother. Was my neighbor. Encouragement and truth about my music and life. We were there for each other when it counted. Fly on my man! You are no longer the Man in the Box. You are free in the cosmic dance! "Bro, it is so real!" Shiva Baum
Jenny Pichanick
I feel blessed to have come to know beloved Shiva through meeting him virtually on our morning Hanuman Chalisa chants. His smiling face and his sweetly bringing his cherished mother our precious Radha, a cup of tea. I feel such a close spiritual bond even not meeting him in person. My heart breaks over his shattering loss and my heart is with Radha, Mohan and all grieving beloved Shiva. His memory is a blessing. RAM RAM!
Zoe Kors

As many will say, Shiva was one of my dearest friends. We were comrades and co-conspirators at Bhakti Fest and beyond. I was filled with joy to make sure he was well-nourished and hydrated as he worked tirelessly for days on end in the heat of the desert (Joshua Tree, CA) to provide the running commentary, introductions, information, education, practice, presence, and dharma throughout the festival. He served to both lubricate and join thousands of seekers in connection with themselves, each other, and the spirit of Bhakti as we chanted the Holy Names. Each Monday morning following the festival every year, Shiva and I would meet at Crossroads Cafe in downtown JT for the great download of everything we saw, thought, and felt all weekend. We laughed, we cried, we marveled at the transcendence and humanity both. He was my brother, truly. Exactly four hours before he passed, completely oblivious to the fact that he was unwell, I randomly texted him a photo of us together backstage at Bhakti Fest several years ago with a note, "Miss you, bro. SO much." An hour later our mutual friend, Dan, texted to say Shiva was gravely ill. Not long after that I hear the news today (oh boy). In the hours and days after Shiva transitioned, I received several messages from him in the signs and cosmic winks one would expect of him. Our favorite Led Zeppelin song playing on the PA in Trader Joe's. A lucid dream. A too-intentional butterfly on my walk. I feel his warmth. I hear his chuckle. I see the twinkle in his eye. I am blessed to have been close to Shiva. To receive the magic he dispensed. To let him change me. I trust he is happy and free. The tears I shed for him are accompanied by giggles, and the best memories. Ram Ram
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