Missing Links
I'd like to think that I've touched a few lives in my thirty years, and that a few folks have touched mine.
But what happens when it seems that the feeling may not be mutual.
OK, this tale begins 16 years ago when I was a freshman in High School. We did an "Artist in Residence" program where our school had a dancer a painter and a musician come in to work with selected students. I selected the musician and she selected me!
I wasn't until now that I realized that she may have been the most accomplished of the group. This is from her
Bio:
Michele's unique and distinctively moody music was quickly noticed and she began to land jobs composing for theater and television. Harrisburg animator Fred Miles started using Michele's compositions for many of his creations and Michele also worked part-time assisting Fred with cell painting and animation filming. Together they created perhaps some of the most famous television IDs ever, the early award-winning MTV station identification animations. It was Michele's music that was establishing MTVs early brand identity.
Radio stations also took notice and Michele's music, still without vocals, and she began to get airplay particularly in Europe. Michele became an ASCAP member, saw royalties from airplay and was garnering international reviews. In 1985 Eurock Magazine crowned Michele "America's premiere female synthesist." Her music was experimental yet versatile and could be heard in a wide range of venues, from PBS program openings, to children's TV cartoons, to dance troupes in Budapest.
In 1987 Michele was interviewed in a profile about her music for Susquehanna People hosted by Mary Haverstick. Mary was looking to move into creative filmmaking and Michele had experience on film crews in addition to her scoring work. . . . In 1988 Michele moved to Lancaster and together they founded Haverstick Films.
The story then picks up in 1991, with her time at my High School left out. I guess she either forgot about it or didn't feel it merited notice.
If it's the second, I feel that I somehow failed. I'd like to think that I at least made a lasting impression:(
Of course, with me living only 45 minutes away from her. I'd like to for just one brief moment be able to stand with her again. Just like I did on an October night, with my fist raised like a triumphant athlete!
One day--maybe. . .