"Mikey", as I called him, was one of the best friends I ever had. He had unalloyed loyalty to those he called his friends and a love for life which was inspiring. We behaved like nine year-olds when we were "out and about" and shared everything with each other. He was a very positive influence on me both personally and as an oboist. It was Mikey who introduced me to the utter beauty of Richard Woodhams' oboe playing and got me to change my approach to how I played. He visited my husband, Olav, and me in the late 90s and was so helpful in putting his "touch" on the old house we have. He played a concert with me at Yale and we had a splendid time of it. I miss him and will always be grateful to have called Michael Miller my dear friend. Rest in peace, my dear friend! I'll carry our pranks on for both of us!

Posted by Marti Boratgis on April 18, 2022