I played a concert last night up on the coast of Maine, accompanying a young Irish fiddler. At dinner with her family, they asked me how I got into the music business, and naturally I told them the (life changing) story of my friendship with Marc Sullivan. Tonight I happened to watch a film about Pete Seeger, and something compelled me to see if there was anything on the internet about Marc, who I lost touch with in 1972, after I returned to the US from London, where I had been playing in a group with Marc and a fellow named Johnny Meyers (anyone know where he is?). First, I was amazed to see the footage in that Danish documentary. Then, after I discovered this thread, saddened (but not all that surprised) to learn of his passing.
    I owe my life as professional musician to Marc. I was living in Paris in the sixties when one fall Marc showed up at my school. His family had moved there from London while his father Elliot (Eli-a very sweet man) worked on the movie 'Paris When It Sizzles'. We instantly became friends, but it was at least a month later before I learned he was a totally accomplished professional guitar player (at 14). I had been trying to teach myself guitar for a few years, with spotty results. One day Marc came over to our house and spotted my guitar. By the end of that day I had learned Greenland Whale Fisheries, The Good Old Colony Days, The Hammer Song and Charlie on the MTA.
    Marc only stayed in Paris for a year or so, but we had a great time riding around on Velosolexes, hanging out with our girlfriends Simone Raskin (from Brazil) and Leyla Nehzi (from Turkey). I visited him frequently in London until went off to college in Baltimore in 1966. All-nighters at Cousins, his teaching me Angie, Moanin', Goddbye Pork Pie Hat, etc..
    I returned to London in 1970 to pursue a commercial folk-rock thing with Marc and Johnny. There was some interest in us from the Stones' newly-formed label based on an acetate demo of some songs we had written. Marc was the real talent in the group, and alas, our fortunes rose and sank depending on his mental state. A painful time, to be sure, and I eventually returned to the U.S. to attend Berklee College of Music.
    The 70s in New England found me playing a lot of country music, and I wound up in Nashville in 1980, where I lived until 2010. I had a reasonable career as a studio musician, bandleader, music contractor and producer, and made a nice living i the company of world-class players. I'm now in Portsmouth NH, where I have a successful recording studio (www.millpondmusicstudio.com) and enjoying a late-life incarnation as a grizzled folksinger and Irish music specialist- a distinct return to the music I loved when I knew Marc. I think of him often, have spoken of him every chance I could, and deeply regret not having been able to find him in later years. It's wonderful to hear from someone who knew him.