09 Jun Myles Putman, January 7, 1958 – June 5, 2018
Myles was a renaissance man. He seemed to know something about almost everything: trees, roads, buildings, history, music—especially history and music. In his car he would play an unexpected, interesting, eclectic mix of tunes that he would supplement with details about the music and the musicians, their gigs, their backgrounds. He could tell you what was on this ground before the road that you were driving on was built. He liked discovering new ways to get places.
He was a downhome guy who was super intelligent, with a quirky sense of humor and a ready laugh. When he stopped singing bass in Ars Choralis he kept up his activity behind the scenes: on the board, as house manager at concerts, and doing whatever needed to be done, unobtrusively and cheerfully, with a big smile and that ubiquitous pony tail. The house in the woods in which he lived with Judy is homey and welcoming, replete with cats. He leaves an unsung note in our harmony.