sixties fun on krrc
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Doug Brown ’68
While all Reed eras have their own unique
recollections, your KRRC
article [August 2002] brings back two from mine, ’64–’68.
In the fall of ’65, Dan Rubin led a group of radio actors
in a serial broadcast of Tolkien’s Hobbit, having
composed the tunes for the songs and set up a recording studio
on the second floor of Doyle. I wonder if the tape(s) of that
series still exists somewhere in the KRRC archive. The other
was the annual Wagner Ring Cycle broadcast done by Tom O’Conner,
with full commentary, in German, of each of the operas as he
presented them continuously over an almost 24-hour period.
living life beautifully
Minor events in this period
include the use of carpet squares from a local carpet store to provide
sound absorbent for the studio walls, and the first remote broadcast
of a program, in the Eliot Hall chapel, done by Matt Kangas, with added
studio commentary. I played no role in any of these, but they each added
to my Reed experience.
James “Shoes” Walker ’83
remembering jim webb
Thank you so much for your August
issue. It hit me like a John Irving novel, laughter and tears. The
Doctor was a legend of wonderful weirdness, long before I went to
Reed. An invitation to be yourself, much like Reed, for those of us
from “normal” backgrounds. Next, Professor Schiff nails
the problem on the head with
the state of classical music radio. If you relegate classical music
to a type of “easy listening” format, you will never tap
into its great passions. Finally, the pieces by Will Bourne and Eric
Contey on Milt
Fischer were great and seemed to capture Milt as I knew him. I was
Milt’s dorm dad his freshman year. “Life force unshackled”
is a wonderful way to describe his joy of life and love of nature. Milt
truly lived life beautifully.
Gary Rogowski ’72
shagging on home
I was sorry to learn of professor of English Jim Webb’s
death recently. I ran into him at my 25th reunion a few years ago. As
a student, I had taken a class from him, held at his house near campus,
on Victorian literature. I remember two things about him. OK, three.
He was out there. Intense, very smart. One time in class in a debate
I cited the book we were reading as proof of my cause. I said, “It
was in the book.” Jim said to me, “You believe what you
read in books?” The other student I was arguing with laughed.
Ouch. Webb also wanted us, in our Victorian literature class, to get
lathes and put them on his porch and start turning wooden bowls and
things just like Morris would have done. Mingling literature and the
crafts, melding mind and body. I scoffed at the thought. When I saw
him at the reunion, he was selling beads and things from his New Mexico
hideaway where he raised goats and who knows, peyote probably. I went
up to him and said, “I took your Victorian literature class and
when you said you wanted to put lathes on the porch so we could turn
bowls I thought it was the most f——ed up idea I had ever
heard. . . . I’m a woodworker now.” He jumped up into the
air and yelled, “Education works!” Nice moment. [Ed.
note: Read more about Gary
Rogowski and his work in this issue.]
Joe Gunterman ’34
A couple of issues back you carried a piece on Dorothy
Johansen ’33, in which she was mentioned as founder of the
Godawfullers, a campus poetry association. I enclose a copy of “Godawfullers
Revived” from the Reed College Quest, November 8, 1933.
I was one of those shagging down the middle of the street on the way
home from a session of the Godawfullers at Lloyd Reynolds’s home.
The people who stand out in my memory of the Godawfullers are Lloyd
Reynolds and Dorothy Gill ’29. To me, Dorothy Gill still leads
the line of shaggers down the dark streets to campus.