Some thoughts about my cousin Steve

Steve never met an opera he didn’t like. In any production, any performance, no matter how pedestrian or outlandish, he could find some element that was new or offered an interesting interpretation. Perhaps it was this same quality that made him able to connect and get along with with practically any kind of person, and achieve understanding and friendship.

Steve liked to call the Wagner Society “Wagner Anonymous”, and frequently opened his remarks with “Hi, I’m Steve, and I’m a Wagnerian”. He said it was a place where Wagner fanatics could go and indulge their passion for endless discussion and dissection without annoying their friends and family. It would have been true, except that he was so successful in turning his friends and family into fellow Wagnerians.

Steve was a born teacher. He not only had vast knowledge, understanding, and enthusiasm for so many subjects, he was truly delighted to see others experiencing one of his favorite insights. He didn’t just tell you — he had a gift for knowing what piece of the puzzle you needed next to achieve that insight for yourself. Whether it was Calculus, Wotan, or Superman, Steve would open up whole worlds to anyone who wanted to go there.

-Judy Bogart-Hyde

I hear your voice

Steve and Tony

Steve and Tony

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hear your voice

I hear your voice, perfect for channeling
some petty all-too-human northern god.
Your hands weave music osiers in the thrumming air.

That voice, pitched low to shake surrounding walls,
recounts the end of worlds with mirth,
though, as you remind us, it is grand spectacle.

To resonate: to con the world to shake
in time with you. And you do. It often does.
Your excitement makes us vibrate, so we change.

I walk across the campus that we share
and hear a trail of breadcrumbs that you leave:
vast buildings’ windows echo back your rants,

you’re laughing in the dirty fountain’s splash,
that young street vendor’s call is surely you.
I hear your voice. It gently shakes the ground.

Tony Fanning, October 2011