by Mike Richardson
After nearly 68 years of trying to “increase the general grooviness of the world”, our dear friend, Warren Argo, died earlier this week of a massive heart attack.
Warren has cast a long shadow over the NW and national folk scene for several decades. I’ve personally run into him staffing the Northwest Folklife Festival, Wannadance, the NW New Year’s Camp, the Lady of the Lake Camp, the Festival of American Fiddle Tunes, the Alaska Folk Festival, and several of CDSS’s Pinewoods camps. That’s a lot of landscape that will seem a lot emptier without Warren around.
Warren’s shadow continues forward through a poignantly large number of future gigs. He was scheduled to call tonight’s (9/30/10) dance in Seattle with his old pals, the Rhythm Rollers. Taking his place will be Plan B, a motley group of West Coast callers who will call dances in the spirit of “What Would Warren Do?”. The band will be supplemented by dozens of pals who will drag in an instrument to play one for Warren. One of the tunes we’ll play tonight is Argo’s Reel, by Bob McQuillen. Bob’s inscription for that tune sums up a lot about Warren:
“Bob McQuillen 12 Apr 89 - Warren Argo, sound man, caller, musician, indefatigable spark plug of the West Coast music and dance scene, is a great friend of the entire contradance community. I am so glad this tune came through with your name on it, Warren!”
Warren was trained as an engineer, but no mere job description can adequately describe a man of such protean interests. A conversation with him might ramble through topics as diverse as quantum mechanics, Malthusian genetics, or the care and feeding of a skin banjo head. You could often get a clue as what he was reading and what was buzzing in his brain by the snippets of speech that would pop up in his dance calling. In Warren-speak, a long lines forward and back became, “Smash, Bash, Crash, Bang!”. A partner swing might be signaled by “Swing, you devils!”, and one particular dance move was taught at Folklife by, “…the ladies now wander down the center of the set, like an errant photon…”. Other tasty Warrenisms can be gleaned from “So What Is It About This Contra Dancing Anyway?”, an article he wrote for the May 2002 issue of Victory Music Review.
I first met Warren in 1985, during the Festival of American Fiddle Tunes, in Port Townsend, WA. I had recently moved to the Upper North Left, after wrapping up a zillion years of medical training. Fiddle Tunes was a Technicolor orgy of music, dance, late night jams, and bear hugs – lots different from the tight-sphinctered academic world I had just left. At the end of the week, just as we were all getting a little blue at the thought of leaving, these little flyers started popping up that said, “Have a good time at Fiddle Tunes this week?” Yeah, I sure did!
“If so, come to the New Melody Tavern Monday night for Warren Argo and the Dregs of Fiddle Tunes, for one more night!”
Wow, what a great idea!
So, my wife and I showed up at the dance, where, as advertised, Warren and all of the other folks who couldn’t quite give up Brigadoon back into the mists carried on for several more hours of goodness.
At the end of the evening, I went up to Warren and gushed, “Gosh, Warren. It was awesome having one more night of Fiddle Tunes. Wouldn’t it be great if every day were like Fiddle Tunes?”
His answer: “Yes, it would. You know, Mike, personally, I’m up to about 3 or 4 days a week!”
A fine philosophy, and one that I’ve spent the last 25 years trying to emulate. Farewell, Warren, good friend, merry-maker and philospher-king of the Northwest folk scene. The melody lingers on…