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Michael Meros Obituary

Michael Meros, 57, of Thousand Oaks passed away suddenly Dec. 26, 2007, in his home.

Michael was born in Baltimore, Md. He lived in Ventura County for 16 years. He was originally from Santa Monica. Michael was a musician and piano teacher in Ventura County. He accompanied St. Paschal's Children's Choir and played the piano for the 5 o'clock Sunday Mass at St. Jude Catholic Church.

Michael is survived by his wife, Jane; daughters, Meghan and Kelly; son, Austin; parents, Chester and Helen Meros; brothers, Gene, Stan Dennis and Terry; and sister, Debbie.

Visitation was held at 6:30 p.m. Friday, Dec. 28, at St. Paschal Baylon Catholic Church. Mass was celebrated at 10 a.m. Saturday, Dec. 29, also at St. Paschal Baylon Catholic Church.

Memorial contributions can be made to the Chesapeake Bay Foundation, www.cbf.org, or Many Mansions, www.manymansions.org.

Arrangements are under the direction of Pierce Bros. Valley Oaks-Griffin Mortuary in Westlake Village.

To plant trees in memory, please visit the Sympathy Store.

Published by Ventura County Star on Dec. 30, 2007.

Memories and Condolences
for Michael Meros

120 Entries

Mike Newman

December 27, 2008

Its been a year since Mike left us. But we think of him all the time.

-The Newman Family

Paul Kriewald

December 27, 2008

As we should, we celebrate Mike's memories. He lives on in our hearts and souls. I remember Mike because of his passion for life.He was able to live his passion, his music, every day.Our sixth grade teacher, Alice Heiderman, gave us a thirst for life by telling us that we could accomplish anything.Heidi's Hatchetmen, as the softball team was known, has grown and done wonderful things. We are of the generation that was taught to give back and Mike constantly did that.No one knows what is in store for us for we are not in control. God grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change , the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.Thank you Mike for the memories.

Jim Hennessy

December 26, 2008

Jane & Family :
Mike's in my thoughts today.
God Bless All of You.

Sincerely
Jim

Buzz Ullrich

October 20, 2008

Mike's first impression upon me was when I heard him in the summer of 1980 on stage with The Beach Boys. A few years later I had a chance meeting with him and Ed Carter before a show. He was sincere and nice. His playing skills were above so many that we consider legendary, and it is sad that we have to refer to him as "the late"...because his playing will live on well beyond his days on earth. God Bless you, Mike Meros

Michel Boulet

September 29, 2008

Remembering Mike Meros as I saw him played with the Boys in Montreal in 1979....excellent keabordist, great organ fly on Surfin' U.S.A, seems like a great guy.

will miss you Michael.

Chuck Kirkpatrick

September 16, 2008

I am shocked and saddened to learn of Mike's departure. We shared DX-7 patches back in the early 80's. I'm sure he's rockin' with Carl and Dennis every night now....

Bennie Negy Jr

August 16, 2008

May You in Heaven with Jesus, playing Beach Boys' songs with Dennis & Carl Wilson! God Bless You Mike & Your Family! You were nice to chat with My Dad & Me @ Astroworld!

Bobby,Jenny,Sophia and Robby Betlejewski(Bobby B.)

July 30, 2008

Mike is a wonderfully,kind and generous friend. I'll miss our Annual Christmas Card and phone call tradition. God Bless him and his whole family. Our prayers are with you all.

Sonny Jackson

July 1, 2008

I am very sad to say my wife Scotty and I only learned today that our good "road friend" Mike Meros passed away December 26, 2007 unexpectedly.
We met Mike sometime around 1979 or so when he was touring with The Beach Boys. Around that time we got to be good friends with Mike and Ed Carter often spending hours in the day and night talking, sharing beverage and food with Mike, Ed, Mike Kowalski, Al Jardine, Dennis Wilson and Carl Wilson.....Billy was often around as well.
We always went to every Beach Boy show around Charlotte, North Carolina no matter where they played and shared many heartfelt moments with the guys.
Mike was a warm, friendly, individual who was always courteous and friendly no matter where we were.
Mike was obviously a very talented individual who kept our favorite Beach Boy tunes on key and solid and true.
I will always remember too conversations with Mike about playing tunes with Joe Cocker....
Scotty and I never met Jane(I think I recall)but Mike often spoke of her and family and Baltimore and touring.

Mike was a friend who felt like family whenever he was in town.

We have missed him pretty much since Carl passed away and hated he was not with "The Beach Boys" the last time we saw them here in Charlotte. Mike and Bruce had another backup band assembled.

We are stunned as all of you are and will say added prayers for Mike and family and friends.

Sonny and Scotty - Charlotte, NC

July 1, 2008

DEAR BEACH BOYS
SONG PELAE NEW SONG LKIE?
LOVE YOU
ALEX

May 29, 2008

Dear Sandy:
please see my Dec. 31st message.
Mike was my dear friend & I attended his last two show's ever last July 27 & 28th at Ridgefield Ct. & W. Hampton, N.Y. This was with Al's Endless Summer Band which consists of all original band members.
I will never forget him ever !
Jim Hennessy
Massachusetts

Sandra Meros

May 28, 2008

Michael Meros was my cousin. I remember growing up in Baltimore and visiting Michael, his brothers, sister Debbie and parents, Chester and Helen Meros. Chester was my father's (Andrew) brother. My family lived very close to Michael and his family, so we visitied on a regular basis. Our paternal family origins go back to Poland. Our grandparents immigrated to America in 1907 (grandfather) and 1910 (grandmother). The Meros family itself had many family members -aunts, uncles, cousins, and our beloved grandmother. I had the honor of hearing Michael improvise on the piano when my Dad would take me to visit. I remember being very young and swimming in the little above ground swimming pool in their backyard with the my cousins, cooking out in my Uncle Chester's backyard in the summer, eating Maryland Steamed Blue Crabs, and listiening to the Meros Brothers Band play every Sunday at Friedman's Tavern in Curtis Bay. The band was also on the Ted Mack Amature Hour. Michael had a musical genius about him that made him stand out. He was a natural with the instruments he played. I have fond memories of Michael, his brothers, sister Debbie, and his parents. I am proud to be a member of the Meros family. Rest in Peace.

Sandra Meros. Austin, Texas

RAREBREED

May 8, 2008

Mike...MABUHAY KA!!!!

paul dash

April 23, 2008

I did not know Mike Meros.. But..I ALLWAYS thought he was a quality musician..Mike in a interview said.. He never felt apart of BB band till.. DENNIS befriended him.. Once that happened ..He FIT in.. Check out BB concerts in DC.. The videos.. You can SEE.. The love between Mike + Dennis. Dennis points + laugh"s with MIKE.. NUMEROUS times...!!.. Mike + Dennis CONNNECTED.. GOD BLESS Mike Meros..!!!.. See ya on the other side...Paul

Cristina R. R

April 18, 2008

As a member of The St. paschal Baylon Children's Choir. I can say that Mike is sorely missed. Thank God for Mike.

Tom Martin

April 18, 2008

It has been my pleasure to know Mike. When I first joined the tour in 1989, Mike was the first to befriend me. He showed me how to live on the road. Mike knew where to eat, get cloths cleaned and best place to buy electronic for a good price, etc ., in every city we visited. Mike would say while hitting his hand, "At that price, YOU CAN'T GET HURT!"

It has also been my honor to help create the tribute web page for Brother Records, www.mikemeros-brotherrecords.com

All my best to Jane and the kids.

Pauline Cammann

March 29, 2008

I am very sorry to hear about Mike's death. My Prayers go out to all of you. I love the Beach Boys very much. I wish they could come to NC. We will miss Mike very much. May God bless you now and always.
Love,Pauline

Gary Ogan

March 6, 2008

I first saw and heard Mike playing in an original band in Portland, Oregon (D-Street Corrall early 70's maybe). I can't remember the name of the band but my friends and I were blown away. We heard they were from Seattle. Years later I found most of that same band in L.A. shortly after I'd begun working with Leon Russell. Leon and I went and checked them out and he promptly hired them to fill out the rest of his new tour band. For the next year and a half Mike and I become good friends. When I returned/moved home to Portland, Mike came and stayed with me for a week. Many fun times were had. Then I heard he had joined The Beach Boys. I was overjoyed. My wife and I were guests of Mike several times over the years and we loved seeing them. I wish I still had some of the evidence of Mike's and my co-writing that we did back when we were with Leon. One funny story that comes to mind: We were playing an in-the-round show with a revolving stage (Pheonix Circle Star Theater I think), Mike had just bought some spendy/trendy leather pants, and at some point in the show completely ripped out the crotch after bending over a bit too far in his showman antics. He had to play the rest of the show with his legs stuck together so the folks revolving behind him wouldn't see his sideshow. Mike was just hugely talented, wonderfully spirited, very funny, warm, sincere, giving, and spiritual. I'm a little surprised that so few have mentioned his Leon days in these tributes. I'm happy to do so here. Mike was loved by many, and I'll miss him a lot. We checked in with each other via the phone once or twice over the last few years, and I remember those talks were most enjoyable. I figured we'd meet up again some time and work together agian. He even spoke of thinking about a move to Portland. As it is, I must say good-bye to my good lil' bud. Damn. I suggest we all carry on with as much love in our hearts as we can keep there from moment to moment, in honor of the good folks that leave us too soon......peace, love, and more love - Gary Ogan

Clifford Meros

February 6, 2008

Though I only met Michael Meros twice when I was quite young I remember him as a guy full of energy. You never picture anything bad happening to guy like him. I believe its been years since my father, Michael Meros, has seen him but he was always proud to say he was a relative of Michael Meros the Beach Boy. I send my best to his family. Goodbye Mike you will be missed.

jimmy hughes

February 3, 2008

Farewell,Mike...your old friend and fellow musician from the old neighborhood in Brooklyn Park, "Go rest high on that mountain...."

Raymond McCarthy

January 27, 2008

I first met Mike during the California (Music) days and it was always a pleasure to meet up with him. Later when he was with the Beach Boys he helped me move apartments and my last meeting was in London when the guys were in town when he got me on their tour bus. We got chatting and the next thing I knew I was on stage with them all, still chatting, a hypnotic conversationalist. There are so many recordings that have been graced by his presence, be it California, Celestium (with Gary Usher) etc. He is missed, and my heartfelt feelings go out to his family.

Stanley T

January 25, 2008

Dr. Meros was one of the finest players I've had the pleasure to perform with. The Professor. He was funny, a friend to musicians and crew, alike. He was a dedicated father and husband. I'll miss him. May God bless, Jane and the kids, and all the Beach Boy family!

Randy Straka

January 23, 2008

Mike Meros was a class act. Sincere, loyal, dependable, genuine, caring and compassionate. He was courteous and generous. A gentleman and a gentle man.
A man of great pride, with a lot to be proud of. He was dedicated to his work, and a true professional with an amazing talent.
But Mike's dedication to his family was even greater, and it showed in many ways, even when the work he loved so much took him far from his home.Anybody close to Mike knew this about him.

Mike's sense of humor was the best. He had quite a repertoire of funny quotes, expressions, and comical "bits" he'd use at the appropriate times.
Lots of his own, and some created by others over the years, but carried on by Mike, maybe even with his own personal touch to make it that much funnier.
"My main man" and it's variation "My main hombre", "know the road" and of course the "How is it?" bit, just to name a few.

Among other things, Mike and I shared a love for photography, we knew a good brew when we tasted one, and in our later years on the road,
we both learned to appreciate a bearable seat in coach.
As Mike had recently written to me, and I feel the same way. since our days on the road... We didn't miss the traveling,
but we did miss being in other places. Mike was always very good at making the most of his free time on the road. When on tour, it was common to run into him roaming the streets with his camera bag slung over his shoulder. We'd often stop and wrap about the city or town were were visiting. Filling each other in on what we'd discovered so far. Then we'd either hang out, or more likely just go our own ways and catch up later.
After we were both off the road, though we may not have seen each other often, we did stay in touch by phone and email quite a bit.
In some ways I think Mike and I became even closer after our time working together. I'm really happy about that because that's usually not the case in our business. So often, as soon as a tour ends, we go our ways and slowly lose touch with even the best of friends as time goes on.
But with Mike it was different. Sometimes we'd go months without contact. But when we'd finally get in touch, it was at least an hour long "convo" on the phone, or a really long, well written "communique" from Mike via email.
Our convos on the phone would go on and on, side-tracking from one topic to the next. Usually, but not always, finally getting back to our original topic.
Mike's emails were always so well written that reading them would be almost as good as talking to him. He was a great writer. Very good at conveying his thoughts. Very articulate in his descriptions. I was always interested in what Mike had to write about. From his first trip to the batting cages with his son Austin, to his family vacation in Europe, to his work teaching piano, to playing at the church, to his recent performances with Al. I always loved how Mike kept me in the loop. And I know he loved sharing these things that meant so much to him.

One thing that helped Mike and I stay close was that his daughter Meghan attended UCSC here in Santa Cruz for a year.
In fact, one great memory I'll always have was being invited by Mike to join the Meros family
as Jane's brother treated us all to dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in Santa Cruz.
That meant a lot to me. I was touched as Mike made it clear that I was a really good friend, and that he wanted me to join them.
In fact, he told me on several occasions what a good friend I was to him. I'm really glad Mike was so good at expressing himself. Knowing that such a cool, talented, well liked guy considered me such a good friend is something I will always cherish.
I miss Mike a lot already, as all of us do. But I'm thankful for all the great times we shared, and all the great memories I'll always have.
Mike Meros, you'll always be "My Main Hombre". Rest in peace my brother.
With much love,
Randy

Dianne Swift-Rosso

January 21, 2008

To the Meros Family...

I will never forget the talented young man who played piano for our high school choir at Brooklyn Park and the brilliant way he would improv on the piano after rehearsals. My children and I will never forget all the amazing memories we had hanging out at so many Beach Boy concerts over the years and all the fun we all had, those days were the best! When Mike came to town his time was always so limited and yet he would always fit in a visit and how he loved to reminisce and talk about his family! Mike and I connected artistically, he with his music and me with my dance. Together we spent many long hours discussing our careers and the proud accomplishments of our children in these areas as well! I’m so glad we spent time together this past summer at his sister’s house doing all the things he enjoyed most, playing piano with Austin, hearing his latest Tarzan stories, complete with him swinging on the Tarzan rope and, of course, eating “Maryland steamed crabs” with his family. These memories, along with my collection of pictures will allow me to reminisce. We will all miss you Mike, Big Time!

Love,

Dianne Swift-Rosso and Family

Claire DeConinck

January 19, 2008

To The Meros Family,
My Deepest Sympathy on the loss of your husband and father...It was a shock for me when I heard the news of Mike's passing...I had the privilege of meeting Mike backstage at many Beach Boys concerts..He will be sadly missed by me and all his fans....May God bless you...

Paul

January 19, 2008

Hi, I didn't know Mike personally, but I felt like I did anyway. I have seen The Beach Boys over 20 times during the 80's and 90's and Mike was there everytime. I greatly enjoyed these shows and they are probably the favorite memories of my childhood. Thanks to his wife for sharing him with us all these years! May the God of heaven and earth comfort all those who will miss him and bring all to the knowledge of the saving grace of the Lord Jesus Christ. God bless!!! 1 Corinthians 15:1-4.

Paul Pedro

January 19, 2008

Ted Hillary

January 18, 2008

My sincere condolences to you and your family. Growing up in Maryland, I knew of Mike's reputation in and around the music circles of Baltimore. It wasn't until May of 2005 (at David Mark's concert in Anaheim) that I finally had the pleasure of meeting Mike. Little did I know that Mike and I (briefly) lived near other each as kids growing up in Brooklyn Park. I used to live on Brookwood Road and attended the primary school that was located behind (what was then) Tower's Department store back in 1959. I was in 3rd grade (Mrs. Hammond's class) and Mike would have been in 4th (already having graduated to another elementary school). Shortly afterward, I moved a few miles south to Glen Burnie. I often wondered, had my family stayed on Brookwood Road, if Mike and I would have become friends and even played together in some teenage band while at Brooklyn Park High School. This past Christmas Day, I was back in Maryland for a visit and stopped by Brookwood Road for the first time in almost 50 years. While there, the thought crossed my mind as to when Mike had last visited as well.

My thoughts and prayers are with you. I hope that it is comforting to know that Mike was highly thought of by many.

Ted Hillary

David Harris

January 18, 2008

My heartfelt condolences go out to you and your family

Ken Lee

January 18, 2008

Deepest Sympathies

Luis Hernandez

January 17, 2008

My heartfelt condolences go out to you for your
great loss. I'm wrtting from Caracas, Venezuela. I have been a great fan of the Beach Boys and always remember Mike's performances on the concerts' videos.Mike Meros rules!!! He will be missed.
Regards, Luis Hernandez

Jeffrey Foskett

January 15, 2008

Mike Meros rules. I really enjoyed the times we shared together on the road. I read Jane's entry in this guest book and she is right...Mike was a very fun loving guy. My very heartfelt sympathies to Jane and the children. I enjoyed seeing Megan recently with Mike backstage at a show. I am truly sorry for your loss and I too miss Mike

Rich Spicer

January 14, 2008

Michael... one of a kind. I first met Michael when he joined the Shelley's Emeralds Band at about age 14. Comming from a very musical family myself, I knew instantly that Michael had been gifted with a special gift from above musically. He was a great piano/keyboard player. I always looked forward to playing music with Michael in the band. He could make even the simplist piece sound so good and make it fun to play. More importantly, I remember him as a very gentle, kind and soft spoken young man. He was part of the band for about four years before going off to college. My heart felt sympathy goes out to his wife Jane and their children and family in California as well as all of Michael's family in Baltimore, Maryland. May the Lord Jesus Christ give you HIS peace that surpasses all understanding during this time of loss. (Phil 4:7) May God Bless and keep each of you in His care.
Michael... one of a kind.

Jane Meros

January 14, 2008

To all the people who have signed this guest book:

Thank you for the kind words. My children and I are touched by the fact that so many people appreciated Michael.
Being married to a musician certainly was a challenge at times. He was on the road for 17 of the 23 1/2 years that we were together. Naturally, I had to be in charge of the everyday, mundane activities in our household. When he came home, both before and after we had children, we tried to do as much fun stuff as possible. Michael excelled in the fun stuff. I tend towards the serious side, so I didn't always "get it" when it came to Michael's idea of fun, but I usually tried to join in for at least a little while. Our children's fun-loving side definitely comes from their father, and I'm very grateful for that. Their love of Zorro, cozy, Marco Polo games in the pool, Tarzan, hiking, bike-riding and running around the Christmas tree farm for hours are just a few examples. He also instilled in them a love of books and music. Our girls are dancers, and Austin is following in his father's footsteps as a pianist. Since the girls remember being on stage with Dad occasionally, they love to perform for audiences. Austin prefers much smaller audiences (i.e., our family). This preference was much to Michael's dismay because Michael loved to perform. That was the part of touring that he really missed.

I often joked with people that if Michael were given a choice between continuing to be a musician and staying married to me, then I should start packing my bags. More than anything else in this world, I always knew that music was the soul of Michael. I often told him how blown away I was when he would see a new piece of music and be able to play it almost perfectly within minutes. Since he also loved to write, I was amazed that he could take a simple tune and turn it into a full-blown professional recording by adding all the parts.

I first met Michael after a Beach Boys concert in Dallas in 1984. I was living in Dallas at the time, and I had decided about a month before that I wanted to move to Santa Barbara. It would take too long to relay all the details of our first few weeks of knowing each other, but one of the first items that he sent to me was a cassette of his original piano music. I played the cassette daily as I typed up letters to prospective employers. I still play the cassette occasionally, and it is timeless in the pleasure that it brings to me.

We had all the usual ups-and-downs that married couples have. However, I loved him, and I loved the five of us being together. The depth of my grief has been almost unbearable since his death. Michael wasn't great with practical stuff, but that was my department. We miss Dad for so many little things that now seem so big. As I go about my everyday activities, I have this feeling that a piece of me is actually missing. Without Meghan, Kelly and Austin, I wouldn't make it through this healing process. In spite of their parents, these are three great kids.

The other day, I was looking through lots of information that was give to me the day that Michael died. I found the Serenity Prayer (my favorite piece of writing), and I realized that I had forgotten about it in trying to sort out my emotions and questions at this time. Therefore, here it is:

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference."

Once again, thank you all for your comments filled with love and respect for my husband.

Anthony Benicewicz

January 13, 2008

To the Meros Family: My heartfelt condolences go out to you for your
great loss. I'll always remember the family jams in your living room
with Gene on the sax,Stanley on the
trumpet and Mike on the squeeze box.Your dad was having a blast
dancing about the living room.The last time I saw Mike,he was soaking
up the rays with his two daughters
at Milford Mill Swim Club.As usual,
he was most pleasant and cordial,a
trait shared by all the Meros family members.He will be missed.
Regards, Tony Benicewicz

Joanne Munie

January 13, 2008

Its taken me awhile to write in this since its been very hard for me to accept that he's gone. I met Mike when I was 15 in Detroit when he was with the Beach Boys. From that time until this past December I experienced a great friendship with him that took us from telling me all about how he met Jane, to going to the mall to buy rubber duckies for his newborn daughter Meghan, to making a late night run to Rolling Rock brewery so he could get a case of their beer (they were closed!) to both of us having a son born in the same year, to his departure from the Beach Boys and all of our trips to Greektown, the final one being in May of 2006 where he told me he was so happy he got to come back to Michigan and had one of the best times.
Thank you Jane, Meghan, Kelly, and Austin for sharing in your husband and father's life. And I'm wishing for you all the love and support everyone can bring for you. I don't know if there is anything I can do for you all, but please don't hesitate to ask should you find the will to do so.
My favorite saying for him was
"Opa Meros"

John August

January 13, 2008

Just a note to let folks know the status of Blob's Park, as mentioned in the entry by Brian Kovalsky.

After seventy years of entertaining the folks in Central Maryland, Blob's Park closed its doors for good on January 1, 2008. The property was sold for real estate development An office building is planned to replace the dance hall.

I had not known that Mike had played there, but my wife and I were regulars in the past decade.

http://www.blobspark.com

We are, of course, grieving both losses. now made more touching by their past connection.

jeff webb

January 11, 2008

i met mike in 2000 backstage at a beach boys show in sacramento, he was really a nice guy and down to earth! im very sorry, god bless all of you!

Rick and Gail Bankson

January 11, 2008

Jane and family,

Rick and I are just devastated to hear about Mike. We are so glad we got to spend time with him in recent weeks before we moved from Moorpark.

Over the years, Rick and Mike had many long conversations about their lives as musicians. He called us a few times in recent weeks since our move. It was so nice to hear his friendly voice. He was truly a genuine, caring friend and we can't believe he's gone. He loved his kids more than anything, and this should not have happened. In Mike's case, the good really do die young..

We are still in shock, so we'll have to come back and write more after it sinks in.

Our condolences and prayers are with you all.

Juli Kurtzman

January 10, 2008

Mike was such a cool guy. Everyone who knew him knows that he was an absolutely fabulous keyboard player. But in the 14 months that I had the pleasure of getting to know him, he became a close and deep friend. He was a true renaissance man--he was learning how to become a piano technician, he was rebuilding his first car, he tinkered with second-hand and garage-sale-purchased computer parts, he could discuss religions of the world and beer making all in the same conversation--he was simply a student of the world.Furthermore, no matter how arcane your interests or passions were, he was fascinated. I've never met anyone quite like him.

Mike--I will miss your phone calls--especially the ones when you were floating in the pool. I miss having a late night Guinness with you and watching weird videos of various musical performances. What I will miss most of all is the fact that we can't do all of the fun things we planned to do in the future. Who am I going to see Brad Paisly with? Who's going to play secondo to my primo on the riotous boogie we were going to perform?

Even though I'm agnostic at best, and you're a good Catholic boy, I hope there's a place in the afterlife where these two intersect. Death will certainly suck if you're not there to enjoy it with me.

Love,
Juli

Brian Kovalsky – aka Ykslavok Nairb to Mike

January 10, 2008

Words cannot describe the life-changing impact of our dear friend Michael Meros, neither in his living nor in his memory. Unquestionably, our world blossoms with the many joys he brought to us. But Mike’s abrupt transition to eternity leaves us in a quandary. While our temporal world implodes with his loss, the void fills quickly with the many timeless memories Mike left with us. Through this, Mike lives in our hearts.

Over the years, I have known Mike through the nickname of “Monsieur Michel”; an endearing artifact awarded by our beloved high school French teacher, Mr. Cate. We share many fond memories from that happy-hippy era of high school, college, and young adult life as we experimented with life and launched ourselves in so many different directions.

With Monsieur Michel, all roads led to home. His family is his timeless treasure. Mike always “picked up where you left off” no matter how long it may have been since you saw him last. I will always admire and respect him for these qualities.

My fond memories of “Monsieur Michel” go back over 50 years as I first met him and his family of troubadours playing polka music at the German retreat known as Blob’s Park in Jessup, Maryland. The owner, Max Blob, gained priceless notoriety when he permitted the Meros Family to entertain at his restaurant.

Max may not have full realized the significance of this relationship. It helped launch the careers of that talented musical team we recall as the Meros Brothers. Through memory, I can still see Mike as a young boy pressing the keys on that accordion while we joyfully mused at those polka tunes as kids. To me, it was quite a surprise when Mike, who I had seen as one of the Meros Brothers, was assigned to my class at the old Brooklyn Park Elementary School. It is a joy to me that even to this day; those Meros Brothers still jam on occasion, with new talents added by adopted “Meros Brothers” over the years. God bless them all as they keep that spirit going.

Mike’s unique spirit impacts the wide range of friends he amassed over the years. Mike’s blessings of talents and energies took him to all corners of the Earth. Few humans have ever been able to enjoy the far-reaching experiences of life as Mike did. Yet with all of that exposure, Mike was still Mike, enjoying an occasional Pabst Blue Ribbon or photographing an aging drive-in movie theater. Mike treated his life with deep respect. He never, and I truly emphasize NEVER, let his fame and success get in the way of his family and friends. Mike would always do his best to keep in contact no matter what, even in simple ways. Mike’s deep respect for his roots created a legacy that lives on in all of us who are fortunate enough to know him.

To Monsieur Michel, bon voyage mon cher ami …

Your friend,

Linde/Lance Clark/Carlson

January 9, 2008

Dear Jane, Meghan, Kelly and Austin, Lance and I would like to again express to you our sincerest sympathies.

Remember we met you at Gail and Rick Bankson's house and Lance gave Austin a wooden toy top. We knew your dad from his musical career and being friend in the business. We loved your dad as many of his friends did and he will be greatly remembered as a kind, loving, talented human being and adoring friend.

God Bless you all, Love, Linde and Lance

Julie Bellard

January 9, 2008

It is taking a very long time for this all to sink in. Uncle Mike is my "famous" uncle, the one who lived the exciting life traveling all over the world with the Beach Boys.

What I will remember about him though was that he was that down to earth fun loving guy that you wanted to be around. In addition to the time that I was fortunate enough to spend with him and his family on their trips back to Baltimore which were never often enough, I spent several weeks during the summer of 1996 in Thousand Oaks, CA with a then 10 year old Meghan, and 5 year old Kelly, and a very pregnant (with Austin) Aunt Jane while Uncle Mike was on tour. Uncle Mike did make it home for a couple of days during my trip and made sure that I got to hike the canyons, and go to see the set of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. Experiences that I would have not otherwise have ever had.

The last time I was able to spend with my Uncle was this past summer (7/07) when he was in town visiting family, and playing a couple of gigs on the East Coast. We shared a wonderful lobster and other seafood creations meal at my home. He had many new stories; I will always vividly remember the one of him searching for the REAL LIFE Tarzan who lived in Brooklyn Park. I never could've imagined that would have been the last time that I would see him. I will forever value the love that I felt from and for him and he will be greatly missed.

Paul Kriewald

January 9, 2008

I've known Mike for 50 years. The memories of Mike and his tremendous talent are always a delight. From the time he played the squeeze box with his brothers on the old amateur hour through his coming of age at Brooklyn Park High through the beginnings of his professional career with the Hopkins crowd and Mr. Bagel himself, Greg, we watched in awe as Mike had so much talent. He could play an instrument like he was loving it. Playing with the Beach Boys must have been awesome but I believe he enjoyed the last few years because of his family values. I will miss Mike ,aka Christopher Lynch. He was a humble , loving human being.

george faulkner

January 8, 2008

You are missed Mike. A good man, a fine life. All of my sympathy to your family, and my love and admiration to you.

John Stark

January 8, 2008

To the Meros Family,
I had the pleasure of knowing Mike for about 20 years or so.
He was on my mind the entire day after learning the sad news this morning.
I feel blessed having known a person
such a Mike during my time on this earth.
With deepest sympathy.

Phil Rotella

January 8, 2008

I was so shocked to hear of Mike's passing. It was always a pleasure to watch him perform and see him at the shows or events like the CWF functions.. Last time I saw Mike was at Rusty's for Davids Book Launch party and I've gotta say that Mike ripped on the keyboard. Such unbelievable talent.. My deepest condolences go out to his family and friends.

Lay down burden.. Phil

Mike Estelle

January 8, 2008

I met Mike this summer in Santa Monica, Ca. at the "Lost Beach Boy" book launch event. He told me some interesting Beach Boys anecdotes. I was so impressed with his congeniality and sincerity and I am deeply saddened to hear of his passing.

Rick Litiatco

January 7, 2008

I had the honor of playing with Mike for the last time during the Advent Concert at St. Paschal Baylon. Prior to that, we played together for the St. Paschal Baylon Children's Choir. My family and I received the sad news of Mike's passing when we were in the Philippines over the holidays. Mike always had a smile on his face and in his heart. There will never ever be another Mike Meros. Our loss is the Heavenly Band's gain!

The Meros Brothers 30+ years later

January 7, 2008

Lovin Life

January 7, 2008

The Perfectionist

January 7, 2008

Lisa & Dave Richardson

January 7, 2008

Dearest Jane, Meghan, Kelly & Austin,
Our heartfelt condolences go out to you at his painful time of loss. We will always hold dear the precious memories of the many hours, weekends, months and years we all spent together on the soccer fields, celebrating our son's victories, bemoaning our defeats and complaining about the bad ref calls and Michael always with his video camera enabling us to dissect our kids skills, play by play. We will always remember the laughs and great stories shared at the pub and the soccer game we all played together over Thanksgiving. We will miss the friendship we shared with Michael. We pray that Jane and the children find the strength to get through this time of mourning.
Your friends,
Lisa, Dave, Jessica, Adam & Ben

Edwin Ford

January 7, 2008

Having known Michael for the better part of forty years the memories of our times together would fill volumes. My most treasured memory happened in August of last year. Mike brought his family to Baltimore for a visit. Toward the end of the visit he had two dates to play with Al Jardine's group. One gig was in Connecticut and the other was in the Hamptons. He asked if I would mind going with him to help with the driving and keep him company. I agreed and I am so glad I did. His playing was as brilliant as ever. I was so happy for him since he got a chance to perform in public again.
Little did I know what a few more months would bring to all of us who knew and loved him. Rest in peace my dear friend. I hope to see you on the other side.

Peter Jurik

January 7, 2008

This is Peter from Austria, I just wanna thank Mike for all his great contributions, I always loved the Beach Boys back up musician as much as the Beach Boys. It's nice to see that so many people are touched by Mike's death, so I am happy that many appreciate his work.

Mike, you will be deeply missed, everytime I hear a organ solo or even a keyboard solo I will think of you, hope you are doing fine in heaven and to your family and friends: Thanks for treating him so good and I hope you won't be too sad and will go on and celebrate his life!

Rick Huber

January 7, 2008

Mike was the best muscian in the band durring the years I toured with him. But that was second only to his love of his family. We will all miss Mike a Great deal.

Jim Norris

January 7, 2008

Mike always had time to talk with Beach Boys fans after a show. I appreciate the time he spent talking to me over the years. He was some musician.

Linda (Hunter) Ranklin

January 7, 2008

Well, I knew Mike back in the 80's when I "toured" with the Detroit girls! We had a ball and Mike was ALWAYS the sweetest guy, always pleasant. I left the "road" in '85 to raise a family but always followed what the guys were doing vicariously through my Michigan friends. I was so saddened to be called the other day by one of those dear friends to tell me before I heard elsewhere about Mike's passing. My heart goes out to his family. That band in heaven is gaining new members. One of these days we'll all be up there loving his music again. Till then they'll be an empty spot.

Laurie Schiller

January 7, 2008

I am still in shock and disbelief that Mike was taken from us so soon. I always believed there would be one more talk... one more concert.. one more time with him.
What memories I do have will be cherished along with the CD of piano pieces he, thankfully, brought with him to the Hodadfest in Mich.
I'll look forward to our next life when hopefully I'll hear music and wonder why I can't get enough of listening to an amazing keyboard player.
Mike, I'll miss you dearly. Thank you for the 80's and especially the recent years when our paths crossed again.

Glenn Miller

January 6, 2008

Mike was such a huge part of The Beach Boys in my life time. He was always there with the guys and was such a big part of the sound. I've meant Mike maybe 3 or 4 times back in the 80's/90's era...the one time I remember the best was in San Diego. It was the year The Beach Boys took part in the America's Cup event and played the Padres Stadium on a sunday afternoon. My wife and I were fortunate enough to somehow be part of the "back stage" pre-show party and I chatted with Mike for a good time. He made sure we didn't feel uncomfortable and (I remember him vividly) made sure I had some strange beer that was in the cooler? To Mike's family...the Beach Boy fan family Loved him...bigtime! You had a great Dad, Husband, and friend. Say hi to Carl & Dennis for us Mike...Love You

Barb Schmidt

January 6, 2008

To Michael's family, parents, sister and brothers: My thoughts are with you on the loss of such a special man. We were all shocked to hear about Michael. So young and full of life.

I went to UMBC with Michael in 1969-70, and shared his love for music. Believe it or not we took an Opera couse together. I loved it, and he hated it! I helped him Ace the exam.

I had the pleasure of going to his gigs with the Apocalypse band in his Dad's turquoise volkswagon van. The band played in jazz clubs before jazz was popular. There were many jam sessions in the studio, plus a session with the Johns Hopkins Jazz ensemble where he was the pianist. Gene was attending Hopkins and in the orchestra. Michael loved maple Dunkin Donuts and coffee after each gig. We went to one of my History profs homes and they had a harpsichord. Michael tried his hand at that and became the life of the party with his finese at the split keyboard, and his witty expressions.

An intelligent fellow, he would sit endlessly playing the piano in the UMBC music room. He took piano lessons with Mrs. Hammond, as he claimed he didn't really know how to read music. It was amazing how he could play a Chopin Opus by ear after just playing it once.

I was lucky enough to see him again at a Beach Boys concert at Merriweather Post Pavillion, Columbia, Md. after corresponding with him for many years. Got to go backstage with the family. I couldn't believe I just walked right past the Beach Boys to see Michael.

He had an incredible way of playing his keyboard organ improvisations. He really got into it. I wasn't surprised to hear he'd signed up with the Beach Boys ultimately.

When he transferred to University of Md College Park, & I had married and moved to CA, he actually had my piano, given to me by my GrandPop, Frank Nitsche. It was a dreadful upright piano, out of tune and painted pale green. My Mom couldn't wait to get it out of the living room. I understand the guys hauled it down the road on a flatbed trailer. That must have been quite a sight!

Michael loved his music and I was honored to know him when we were college students. He had a cute laugh and was a dedicated Catholic boy.

Michael was a real treasure of a man and will be missed by myself and all his friends from Brooklyn Park High School, & UMBC.

God Bless you gentle Michael, Barb

Kelly Meros

January 6, 2008

My Dad….

My dad was the greatest. When I was very young, from when I was born until I was 11, he was on the road and therefore wasn’t always able to be there for me. I couldn’t just get up every morning and give him a hug. But, when he did come back he would bring all of us gifts and we’d make the most of it. I will never forget the feeling I had when he would come back from a long trip. I felt so happy for those couple days.
But, when he got off the road, there were adjustments that needed to be made. Looking back, I realize that it was hard for him. I mean, he had to adjust to family, to having family responsibilities. But, he also gained much more that he lost. I got to see him everyday, he got to see Austin grow up (which was pretty exciting) not always in the best way, but still my dad was there. I can’t believe he was off the road for only 5 yrs. It seemed much longer. He and I in turn, became closer. I mean, ever since 8th grade (when I started going to La Reina) he would drive me to school every morning. We would do anything from study together (don’t worry he kept his mind focused on the road, lol) to talk to even have “creative discussions” or arguments. As we became closer, throughout the years, I think he became depressed. I mean, he’d have moments when he was so happy. Either when he was at a birthday or playing piano with the guys from “America”. When he played piano or keyboard, and was just groovin’, he looked at peace with himself. When I saw his eyes and just his whole face, it seemed like he was saying “This is awesome, I wish I could never stop doing this”.
During this last season of Advent (2007), I knew it was going to be special. I didn’t know exactly in what way, but I knew something big was going to happen. When he went to the hospital on December 17th, my first reaction was “ Oh my gosh, God, you’re going to take him now? But, I’m not ready!!” I was coming home from school (with a Psych. baby, I might add). Which means I had to feed the baby and just take care of it. I didn’t want to take care of a Psych. doll right then, lol. But, in a weird way it took my mind off of my dad. So, Monday passed and he was still in the hospital. On Tuesday, I had a recital at Moorpark college and I was afraid that he wasn’t going to make it. But, he got out of the hospital with just hours to spare. I loved having him there. I knew, by the grace of God, that this would be one of the last, if not the last one that he would ever see. In short God was really telling me, “This Advent is all about your family, especially your dad. Recently, I was constantly wishing that he was satisfied with where he was physically. I mean, he wanted to be in Baltimore, MD, so bad. I constantly prayed that he would be happy, healthy and holy. (Oh, wait, that’s what Fr. Alex says). But, it’s true. I worried about him a lot. I just wanted him to be happy. And I guess now he is. He’s free. He’s looking down on all of us and is so happy that everyone came to the funeral. Now he can play the piano all day, everyday. I’m going to miss him so much. But, as long as he’s happy then I will try my hardest to be truly happy.

Eric Schuster

January 6, 2008

I have seen many Beach Boys shows over my lifetime and Mike was an excellent keyboard player.
My condolences go out to all of Mike's family members and friends.

Eric Schuster
4 Liana Place
Aliso Viejo, CA. 92656

Steve Eidem

January 6, 2008

Despite the awful hole that's left by Mike's passing, the band in Heaven just got a whole lot better. Your music will shine on forever.
Peace.

Steve Moris

January 6, 2008

Saddened to hear Mike has left us. He will always be a fine part of my 80s and 90s memories. We loved the brew pubs and sampling the beers of the world, we had some great times and good talks. My love and prayers to Mike's family, he made a wonderful difference in this world!
In deepest sympathy
Steve Moris

December 18, 1988 - Mike playing Kokomo in our living room. Our youngest daughter Joy would later perform the same song in her elementary school talent show, and we would reminisce how Mr. Mike had played it for us.

January 5, 2008

Never far from her Daddy's side. Notice his hand.

January 5, 2008

Mike, Jane and Meghan at our house in Mt. Airy - December 18, 1988

January 5, 2008

Diane Huffstetler

January 5, 2008

Mike was one of the nicest band members of the Beach Boys. We fans will miss him greatly. May God be with his family and keep them strong.

lanny cordola

January 5, 2008

it was an honor and pleasure to know mike-he always had an insight-a kind word-a beautiful sentiment to share and for this i'm eternally grateful-lanny cordola

Tim Bonhomme

January 5, 2008

Mike Meros, I smile when I think of the good times we had together. I have a funny story I'd like to share with the readers.

Mike always did look cool when he played. When he was spotlighted for solos, he’d usually have his left hand in the air, jammin’ with his right on the organ. When he played the French Horn intro to ‘God Only Knows’, Mike would slowly motion his left arm forward, then gracefully to the side, like a ballet. It was a very dramatic stage movement for the piece, since he was in the spotlight for the solo. Mike the dancer? Where did you this move?

The origin came from a Beach Boys backstage guest, requesting a birthday dedication during the intro of ‘God Only Knows’. He reiterated to Mike several times, that it was very important to him. During the concert, when the song started, one of the Beach Boys was supposed to mention it, but they forgot! The guest was in shock. He looked over to Meros on stage. Mike caught his eye, lifted his left arm, his palm up and shrugged his shoulders, implying. ‘Sorry, I guess they forgot’. But the movement of slowly motioning his left arm forward, then gracefully to the side, was a perfect gesture for the song. It stayed in the set, for years. It looked great.

On stage, he’d catch my eye. We’d just laugh, both of us knowing the origin of the move, but how dramatic it was to the audience. What a great sense of humor he had.

Favorite Meros quotes:
' No wha um sayin'
‘What in the world’
‘Beer isn’t just for breakfast anymore’
'Don't you know the road'

Love, your keyboard partner
Tim Bonhomme

Dan Gerlach

January 4, 2008

Mike was an incredible man and he will be deeply, deeply missed by many. His wonderful musical talents were only surpassed by his immense love for his family. Mike and I would often talk about raising our kids and his deep, unconditional love for his family was unmistakable. I remember many fun times and deep conversations with Mike and I'll cherish those memories forever. My wife, daughters and I are all better persons for having the privilege of knowing Mike Meros.

Jane, Meghan, Kelly, and Austin: celebrate, remember, and cherish all the good times you had together. Love one another and know that you were loved very deeply by your husband and father.

Darrell Lowell

January 4, 2008

Mike was one who made the Beach Boys sound as good as they always did live onstage. I'll miss him, thanks Mike!

john August

January 4, 2008

Mike and I were best friends through high school, working together to perfect teenage alienation. One day, I followed Mike as he rushed home with a new treasure. It was a Beach Boys album. Little did we know what the future held.

Our paths gradually diverged over the years, but we kept in touch and exchanged visits. At one point, Mike had two offers in hand for his next position. One was for the Beach Boys and the other was for a no-nukes band. Mike was leaning toward the no-nukes band as being more socially meaningful. I urged him to go with the Beach Boys because they were already famous and successful worldwide. The no-nukes band would be completely forgotten in a matter of months. Fortunately, the Beach Boys won out. Can’t remember the name of the no-nukes band.

While we were teenagers, Mike particularly admired the Beatles. What luck that he was able to work with Ringo Starr along the way. There is a photo of the two of them together available on the internet.

His passing has changed the shape of the universe. It was the last thing I expected. Rather, I thought we would all be old men together someday.

We have so many memories remaining from our school days. The entire Meros family cut a wide swath through the several Brooklyn Park Schools from grade school through high school, and then on to Hopkins and UMBC.

My condolences are extended to both the California family and the Baltimore family.

William Nitsche

January 4, 2008

Mike and I were high school friends and college room mates at UofMD, College Park. I'll never forget us moving my grandfather Frank's old upright piano to our apartment in a U-haul trailer so Mike would have something to practice on. I also recall when Mike invited me and some friends to a recording session in the back room of a gospel radio station in Baltimore. I believe one of Mike's brothers and George Massenberg were the recording engineers. The band was "The New Apocalypse", Mike, his brothers and some Hopkins friends, and they were laying down the "Labyrinth" album.
I was in total awe. What an incredible run Michael. It's apparent
you've touched many people throughout our world. Till we meet again on the other side, bless your family and deep peace my friend.

Tom Jacob

January 3, 2008

For Me, Mike was an adversarial comrade. When I started working with Al Jardine, He took the time for me. Someone He knew nothing about and had virtually no History with. He befriended me and helped me with a foot up to essentially fill his shoes while asking for nothing in return. His input and support helped me hit the ground running with the now Endless Summer band. He replaced me for the last two most resent shows and fittingly, as He was one of the finest players I've known. A true Gentleman and a very Big heart that I am thankful I had the opportunity to meet, Share the chair with and call my friend.

With Heartfelt Condolences......

Jamie C Vierra and Family

January 3, 2008

Mike was a great musician who helped maintain and preserve the original Beach Boys sound through the years. Although I didn’t know him personally I appreciate his contribution to the music. He will be missed by all.

J. Shelley Hopkins

January 3, 2008

I first met Michael Meros when he was just a youngster, as his brother Gene played saxophone for my band in Baltimore. As the years went by, we expanded the group and Michael along with his other brother Stanley joined our band called "Shelley's Emeralds." Michael was an exceptional performer playing both accordion and piano at age 14. He played for me for about 4 years, until he went off to college. He had a set of "magic fingers" even at that age. I was absolutely thrilled when I learned that he got the job performing with the Beach Boys as he did for so many years. Mike had a tremendous personality and everyone in our band felt privileged to know him and to play music with him. May his soul rest in peace.

Robyne Wilson

January 3, 2008

I had the great pleasure of meeting Mike during the Landmark celebrations May 2005. We talked at great length about bratty music students of all things. He was a very genteel man and went out of his way to make all the international visitors feel very welcome. Mike would not accept accolades willingly and said his part in all things Beach Boys was minor! A very humble man.

Craig Janos

January 3, 2008

I met Mike on the beach during the Carl Wilson Walk Against Cancer in 2002. I stood next to him under the tent during the beach party sing-a-long. He was VERY kind and gracious to me. I will always fondly rememer that day. Rest in peace Mike.

Patricia Ferrelli

January 3, 2008

To Mike's family,

I was fortunate enough to have met Mike and spent time chatting with him backstage at many Beach Boys shows over the years. He was always kind and his good nature always shined through.

The most memorable moment was when he was "holding court" at the lounge at the Four Seasons hotel in Boston, MA in 1992. He chatted with me, my family and some friends until the wee hours. But what he he loved to talk about, what made him so happy, was talking about his family. He wasted no time in showing off the cutest photo of his child posing in an empty fridgerator for fun! He just lit up when he talked about his home and family life. That will be a memory of him that I will always take with me.

God Bless You, Mike Meros. May you find peace in heaven.

Phil Cooper

January 3, 2008

I heard the news of this very sad loss with David & Carrie Marks who were both closer and better aquainted with Mike then I, but days later we shared the footage of one of Mike's final appearences at David Mark's book launch, where he performed at the only level he could - magnificently, and was equally generous with his time and support off-stage. After a long chat about his music, David's book (which he held tightly throughout our conversation)he was gracious enough to have remembered playing in Anaheim on stage with Charlotte, and characteristically offered his support to any future project.
An outstanding musician, and even greater human being.

antoon van osch

January 3, 2008

Michael Meros was a great guy,a great Beach Boy,with a lot of fun.I miss him

wendi vajretti

January 2, 2008

Only meeting your husband, father, son, or friend a few times through Randy Straka, I have to tell you, Mike was a very nice man. He had a warm and gentle spirit. My prayers are with the family. If I can say one thing about those who pass... We'll see them again someday. God bless all who knew him.

Les Chan

January 2, 2008

I met Mike in the early 80's while he was touring with the Beach Boys. He was an amazing keyboard player and gave the band a wonderful sound. He made some time to talk to me and other fans. I fondly remember his smile and the way he talked about his family.

Les Chan
San Francisco

Dr. Chuck Stevens

January 2, 2008

I have had the honor of working with Mike on many occasions over the years. A true musician in all aspects. You will be missed

Meghan Meros

January 2, 2008

Eulogy For Michael Meros
Delivered on December 29, 2007 by Meghan Meros at St. Paschal Baylon Catholic Church

On the night of the 26th, the day of my dad’s death, my mother attempted to make sense of all that had happened and related to me her latest hypothesis about the cause of my father’s death. Little heart attacks, she believed, had been weakening my dad’s heart over the course of a couple weeks and after the last attack on Wednesday, his heart—in the words of my mother—“never regained the right rhythm.” This, essentially, is what I am only beginning to do right now—regain the right rhythm in life, not so much physically but spiritually and emotionally. I don’t know when this process will be complete, but I can—and want to speak--now about the rhythm of my dad’s life on earth and some of the memories and experiences that define who he was.

My Dad was a man who loved to savor things. Holidays, food, music, books, art, nature, time spent in meditation—my dad seemed to think that it almost wasn’t worth doing something if it couldn’t be done “right,” that is, without being rushed, with attention to detail, and with the opportunity to fully appreciate—and remember—the experience. This desire led my dad to take pictures--lots of pictures--as well shoot a lot of home movies. A couple summers ago, on a road-trip to Maryland, my dad went so far as to start videotaping as he was driving! It was a little scary then, though it is funny now. I remember waking up after sleeping in the passenger seat of the car, looking at my dad and saying: “Maybe you should give me the camera and just focus on driving.” In the end he agreed and we made it safely to our destination.

My dad’s need to fully immerse himself in life also compelled him to frequently start—and join in—long conversations. At parties or other events, it frequently occurred that my dad would still be talking after most people had left. In an effort to get my dad moving out the door along with everyone else, my mother would often take my siblings and me out to the car to wait for my dad. Sometimes this did motivate him to shut his mouth and get going, but most of the time, it didn’t work and we would just wait. With all due respect for my dad, however, his penchant for long conversations did serve to cultivate the budding romance that began between my parents in the 80s. In the first couple weeks of their relationship, my mother wracked up a $400 phone bill talking to my dad, who happened to be in Acapulco at the time.

As many people can attest to, my dad was, overall, just a very playful person. Not only did he like to play piano, he just liked to play---Scrabble, soccer, video games, Marco Polo, rock paper scissors--the list goes on. I think my dad must have always been a playful person, but when my sister was old enough, she gave new meaning to the word “play.” Not only did she get my dad interested in playing Barbies but also won him over play with the toy kitchen she got when she was a toddler. My sister could tell you more about the details of the myriad tea parties and lunches that took place with the plastic food from the plastic kitchen, I just know it involved a lot of hungry dolls and a dad whose thirst for the non-existent coffee served there would last till long after Kelly had outgrown such imaginative play.

A frequent question out of my dad’s mouth was “Do you know cozy?” “Cozy” is, basically, the word my family uses to describe physical closeness. Hugs, kisses, attempts for our whole family to squeeze onto one couch to read a book, or into one bed to say goodnight. My dad and my brother together were the champions of “cozy.” Sometimes I would walk by my brother’s room and just see a giant, wriggling lump of covers on his emanating the sound of my dad and brother laughing and talking. In addition to playing piano together, every morning and every evening they curled up together to read or talk, and when they weren’t doing that, they were wrestling—an activity my sister and I never really felt like participating in!

My dad had an extensive vocabulary; he was an intellectual as well as an artist. He shared my love—and my sister’s love--for reading everything from Lord of the Rings to books on piano tuning. I remember a specific occasion, though, when my father’s vocabulary and intellectual abilities failed him and he came up with a new word that he and I continued to joke about up until the time of his death. On a trip to Vienna, my Dad and I had a conversation about about old European cities, in which my dad described the streets there as being “interconvoluted.” I nodded in understanding of what he was trying to say, thought for a minute and said, “Dad, I don’t think ‘interconvoluted’ is a word.” “I guess you’re right,” he conceded. “Still,” I responded, “It’s a pretty awesome word!”

In recent years, some of my most cherished time spent with my dad was on our mountain biking trips through Wildwood Park. The biking itself was great and strenuous, but the best part of our time there was spent sitting in the Wildwood cave, a place we would always stop to have a bite to eat before biking up out of the canyon. It was there that my dad and I talked like we never did on other occasions. We talked about God, family, politics, and the future. We got lost in our conversation and somehow always found our way out again, each time achieving a new level of understanding and compassion in our relationship.

Perhaps the story that relates most obviously to the idea of rhythm is one my mother told me last night. When my mother was pregnant with me, she and my dad went together to hear my heartbeat for the first time. Upon returning home, my dad set to work composing a song centered on a recording he had made of my heartbeat, using the recording as an opening to the song as well as inspiration for the music that followed. My mom believes this was my dad’s way of making sense of his future life as a father, during a time all our hearts were beating at the right rhythm despite the uncertainty of the future.

Though I have yet to hear this song centered around my heartbeat, there is a certain song I find especially meaningful right now because of the way it describes the death of a man by saying that “his heart ran out of summers.” This image, for me, speaks to the present circumstances in my family not only because my Dad’s heart was the cause of his death, but also because during his life, my dad strongly embodied and celebrated the qualities of summer.

In fact, if my dad had had things his way, I think the entire year would have been one big, long Baltimore summer, a warm season with extra hours of sunlight, awe-inspiring thunderstorms, and the sense that there was enough time in the world to be with the people he loved and play the music that moved his soul.

Right now, though, it is winter—both literally and figuratively. I feel it when I cry, I see it around me, and I know it will hit me--as it will others—even more strongly in the weeks to come. Still, as much as my dad loved summer, he also knew how to navigate what winter brings with more grace and patience than many people I know. Though I cannot think of any time when I saw him dealing with a major crisis, my dad knew how to keep little problems from turning into crises and how to keep from blowing things out of proportion.

Last winter—my first spent going to school in an area with freezing temperatures and snow—I talked with my dad about driving in icy conditions. Having grown up in Southern California, I was concerned about my lack of experience traveling in winter weather, but my dad assured me that, as someone who had been driving for a while, managing slippery roads would come naturally to me. “You’ll know what to do in the moment,” he said, and I have found it to be true.

Indeed, this, essentially, is my hope for myself and everyone here today. It is my hope that we will intuitively know what to do in the moment to navigate the icy roads of grief and it is my prayer that we will have the courage and stamina to honor the end of my dad’s life by giving—and living--our own lives more fully.

Kyle Abbott

January 2, 2008

Thank you Mike for those 10 minutes in 99..I am sure there is still music playing where you are now..RIP.

Michael Newman

January 2, 2008

Jane, Megan, Kelly & Austin, We loved to see Mike every week at our home for lessons with Derek and Courtney. He was so inspiring to both of them in their pursuit of writing and playing. His patience with Derek was second to none. I would hang out with them to listen to the conversations about the song they wrote together and how to improve it, write the ending and much more. They had such a good time together. We will miss him dearly. We are here for you and the kids always.

Love,

Michael, Magdalena, Derek and Courtney Newman

Michel Musto

January 2, 2008

A Great guy,and A Real Beach Boy.

Amy Weisberg

January 2, 2008

Dear Jane, Meghan, Kelly, and Austin:
We were so sad to hear of Michael's sudden passing. We have such fond memories of your family from all of the years at CDT and the hours of waiting and watching through the window. Our girls always loved dancing with your girls and being in the Nutcracker together. I remember watching little Austin toddle around. It seems so senseless, that such a good person and a talented, giving musician is taken from us. My thoughts are with you.
Amy Weisberg (Kimberly, Nicole and Danielle)

Al and Mary Ann Jardine Trisha Campo

January 2, 2008

Mike was the orchestra for the Beach Boys when he played the B3 organ. You would hear the sounds of the original Beach Boy recordings when he performed on tour for almost three decades. He was allot of fun to be with as he continued to play the last performances with The Endless Summer Band.
Our heartfelt condolences to his family and everyone he touched.

susan la mothe

January 2, 2008

i was lucky enough to know mike in the late 70s-80s. his genuine kindness and sense of fun is something i still remember and smile about. to his family,my sympathy and thank God you all were together the precious time you were.

Miami Dan Yoe

January 2, 2008

To Mike's family I offer my deepest sympathies for your loss. To Mike himself, I say thanks for the memories and the music. Rest in peace.

Cary Ginell

January 2, 2008

Mike Meros was our two sons' piano teacher for the last 3 1/2 years. We had the pleasure of spending time with him every week. He taught the boys the "real" aspects of playing keyboard - not scales and exercises or pieces they couldn't relate to by European composers dead for centuries. He had them play jazz, boogie-woogie, show tunes, songs from films, and of course, Beach Boys songs. After their lesson, we'd spend an hour or so just talking about music and playing records. It's no wonder he was late to every appointment. He was just impossible not to like. Our family adored Mike and it will be impossible to replace him.

tony rivers

January 2, 2008

A sad loss.
Tony Rivers

jen zukawski

January 2, 2008

mike you will be missed

Neill Goddard

January 2, 2008

Mike may your family find strength from the warmth of the sun at your untimely departure. Deepest condolences from down under

Stephen Kalinich

January 2, 2008

Mike was the sweetest kindest soul one can imagine.
A great and talented musician.
A caring soul.
He is greatly missed.

In Honor Of Mike Meros

Under the bridge
there is a tiny rainbow
that no one sees
in each experience is the answer
to everything
live it live it now
and let it go
with tears if need be an anguish but let it go
let if fly over the fields
to the far corners of the earth
the desire to make an impact for good in the world
is what we need more of
underneath the bridge there is a tiny rainbow
hidden to the naked eye
It is the beauty in all things revealed
The beauty of a soul
The journey of a life
inspired by gentle rain drops upon the skin
the wind running through you across your face
the freshness
of being alive
and allowing life to be in you
Under the bridge there is a tiny rainbow.

LOve
Stevie Kalinich

Sjk