Jennifer Johnston

Dear Zeke, I woke up yesterday to the devastating news that you had passed. I have spent the better part of the morning trying to wrap my mind around that fact; I still don’t understand it. It is impossible to imagine a world without you in it. And while I don’t have words, I do…

Zeke : la luce di un genio.. Un privilegio raro averne incrociato il cammino ! Conoscendolo non si poteva che amarlo.. la sua vitalità, ironia, originalità  e la sua sconfinata nobiltà d’animo toccavano direttamente il cuore di ciascuno .. Una presenza per sempre !

About ten years ago I met Chris during an internship in an office in Berlin. We worked together only a few weeks before he left, but I remember us chatting and laughing a lot. He told me that when there was nothing to do (which was the case quite often) he would clean the office…

What a tremendous loss. Zeke’s smile and personality lit up the room. I met Zeke when he was giving a guest lecture for an opera class at Dartmouth that I happened to be sitting in on. His passion for music was immediately apparent. I admired how he wanted everyone to experience the joys of live…

I’m so shocked to hear of your death, Christopher. We met briefly in Munich when I revived George Benjamin’s opera Written on Skin, and your bright energy was utterly engaging. Your warmth, fun and clear talent shone at every moment and I can’t believe your light has been extinguished so soon. RIP