Everyone was madly in love with Marc. Originally from Ann Arbor, he was tall, had wavy black hair, blue eyes, and was totally gorgeous. It was tough being a teenager around him because he was what we really wanted, but we were just too young. Still, we swooned over Marc. We hung on his every word. Marc had tons of natural charisma, and everyone admired him. He was an accomplished guitar player, and an expert builder. He sat behind the counter at The Folklore Center and later was the proprietor of Fretted Instruments. If you needed a Marc hit you just had to walk in, and there he was, in all his glory. Stefan and Marc were good friends and we all hung around a lot. There were other great musicians, too numerous to recall, who sat for hours playing music, jamming, and just relaxing at this beautiful store, knowing that any guitar question they might come up with could be answered by Marc.
Marc has always been a repository of information. Not only does he know the names of just about every Country Blues artist who ever recorded, he can also play their songs with authority. He can tell you the story of everyone you pass on the street in Berkeley and everywhere else between the two coasts. Marc is a born raconteur and historian. Someone should follow him around taking notes to gather some of the information that only he is carrying. He is a hippie for life and manages not to have a care in the world, so it’s all the more important that someone write about his life before he drifts to another country and becomes impossible to find.
From the book ” When A Woman Gets The Blues” by Rob Davis