Jill Erickson
I met Marc when I turned 16 at a chamber music summer camp in Belmont, CA. I'm old now. If I forget things, forgive me. I became friends with his son who passed before his time (Michel) I think often of our childish conversations. The next time I saw Marc was at the same camp but, in Berkeley, CA. We had a little talk and it turned out he came to America when my piano teacher did. They were in NY. Carlo (my dude) had the measles and wouldn't go to the doctor. Marc said he (Carlo) was so sick, all he did was walk up and down some beach chain smoking.
I got back to college, looked Carlo in the eye and said,"Marc says hello." Carlo was very happy to know I'd made contact with his old friend.
I got nothing else. I so remember the kindness and virtuosity of Marc. That MF fiddle sang better than any Coloratura I've heard.
Proud to have met this man if only for a few months.