I was the Class of ’69, a friend of Mots, a fellow architecture student and Nassoon. He was beloved by his fellow Nassoons — a great baritone that could blend perfectly, a quirky and entertaining travel mate (we drove all over the East Coast giving concerts) with a dry sense of humor. All of us miss him a lot as we gather now to sing.
I was the Class of ’69, a friend of Mots, a fellow architecture student and Nassoon. He was beloved by his fellow Nassoons — a great baritone that could blend perfectly, a quirky and entertaining travel mate (we drove all over the East Coast giving concerts) with a dry sense of humor. All of us miss him a lot as we gather now to sing.
SFC Mots!