On behalf of The Cavaliers Alumni Association, we are saddened to hear of Jeff's passing. Jeff was a gentleman, a friend to all, and was an exceptional member of The Cavaliers. May Jeff rest in peace.
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As so many others have pointed out, Jeff was committed to the theatre and always challenged himself to learn new things and to continually develop his skills as a musician, actor, music director, and stage director. Oh, and let’s not forget that whole triathlon thing. Impressive. We only worked together once which was on La Cage. I felt such a strong connection between he as the music director and myself as performer. He was always right there and I think performing along with me.
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2005, Opera Tampa’s production of “Carmen”, Tampa, Florida
When you can’t dance, they put a guitar in your hands and tell you to just stand there and pretend you’re playing it. Meanwhile, our guitarist in the orchestra will actually be playing the piece. Jeff decided he could teach himself the part, and by the second performance, he was playing the piece without the help of the guitarist.
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2016, Breckenridge, CO, USA
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Jeff Hoh was and is a remarkable person. I was working crew for Barefoot in the Park when I met him. Seeing the cast rehearse together, he shined because of this quiet humor he had. He always did his best. Never once did he phone it in. He was and is a beacon of creativity, a pillar of kindness; though he isn’t here physically, his life and love will continue with us. To his family, friends, and loved ones - He will never be forgotten. During this time and any time, I am sending you all the love I can possibly give. Thank you, Jeff, for bringing people hope and for your endless spirit. We love and miss you.
‘August’ by Miguel Murphy:
Opened
between
void and
recognition.
The not
vivid.
Color
empty,
casual.
Unlike
memory,
bliss in dark-
ness, an
announcement.
Movement
outlined
not
contained
—a small
feeling, I
can’t, like
happiness
outlived.
A month.
The trim
clock.
The same
indignity:
elevator,
groceries,
an armload
of August
wildflowers.
My friend,
nowhere.
Duration.
To this
collapsing
hall, this
charging late
gold in summer,
my color.
—Eyes
close,
the answer
between
everything.
Peony.
Chamomile.
Marigold.
The flagrant
underworld
opened now
against
metaphor …
The moral
of the flower
is the
flower.
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2019, Tallahassee, FL, USA
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