|One of his headshots he had his students help pick out.|
He could light up a room just with a smile. He could never sneak up on you, for his huge and resonating voice could be heard from anywhere in the university. Busy practicing in one of the “sound proof” practice rooms? He’d pull you out just to chat. That or make faces at you through the 12×12 window, rendering your practice time over. He was impossible! His door was always open when he had down time (he hated being alone). His voice studio was usually filled with students, gossiping or otherwise having a good time.
|Post-performance with the Vocal Arts ensemble. A Night of Mozart, I believe.|
Many times he’d catch me waiting for my next class and ask for help. On his computer. He jokingly called himself “computer-illiterate.” I still remember him typing with just his index fingers :) I even had to help him upload his Facebook profile picture. Oh, Dave.
|“How much for 20 ice-cream cones?”|
This man was responsible for organizing a huge performance trip for the Maryland Camerata. We traveled to New York City to sing at the one and only, Carnegie Hall. It was amazing. No pictures were allowed in the beautiful hall, so I can’t show you that. However, one of the most memorable moments was Dave going up to an ice-cream truck asking, “How much for 20 ice-cream cones?” The truck driver must not have believed him, because Dave had to repeat himself. Dave, always so selfless.
|After my Junior Recital. Please ignore my awkward and cheesy smile!|
Our voice lessons were therapeutic for me. Many times I joked with him that he should be a psychologist or psychotherapist. Why? Oftentimes my voice lessons were more venting than just singing. He encouraged it, knowing that whatever was bothering me would affect my singing. He was like a second dad for me. He gave me such insight into things that were bothering me, and was always willing to lend advice–but only if I wanted it. We spent so many hours together between voice lessons, Camerata rehearsals, Vocal Arts rehearsals, and chatting over lunch. Yep, I was the nerd who had lunch with her college professor. We were usually joined by other classmates of mine. The man was always at the center of a party. He couldn’t help it.
|Christmas concert with Kenny Rogers, Baltimore Hippodrome.|
March 15, 2009 came only two weeks before my wedding day. To say I was devastated was an understatement. My job interview was fruitless, as I was in emotional turmoil. It consisted of numerous interviews and teaching a 5-minute lesson for a chance at a teaching job in Baltimore. That March was filled with wedding planning, a wake, a funeral, a bridal shower, and a wedding. My family wondered if I would have been happy on my wedding day. Of course I was. My friend, OJ, did a wonderful job singing at our ceremony. However, he wasn’t alone. I heard Dave, singing along from heaven, right beside OJ.
|Dave, I knew you were up there in the choir loft.|
I am at the far right, next to the UMBC Mascot.