Warren Argo

November 4, 1942 – September 27, 2010

Warren Argo, longtime Northwest Folklife board member and friend of Folklife, suffered a heart attack and passed away on September 27, 2010. Warren was a key member of innumerable music and dance communities throughout the Pacific Northwest-and across the country as well. He was a person of many parts: fine musician, magnificent dance caller, discerning sound engineer, canny thinker, big bear-hugger, and kind, kind man. The loss we share with so many of Warren’s friends is enormous. A room always brightened when his tie-dyed-self entered.

Warren Argo was one of the constants of Northwest Folklife. No one can remember when he first became a board member-we do know he served for over twenty-five years. He was at the first Northwest Folklife Festival in 1972 and participated in each of the succeeding thirty-eight festivals. A man of many talents, he organized the schedule in the Roadhouse-Folklife’s participatory dance venue-played in several dance bands (banjo, fiddle, guitar), and called dances with considerable élan. More than once he supplied the sound system for the Roadhouse, then took his turn at the board to relieve the sound engineer. Warren was one of the seven founding members of the Northwest FolkFloor Coalition, which raised money for the Roadhouse dance floor that has been laid down and taken up for each Festival since 1987.

Warren’s generous spirit was always evident. He gave of his time to Northwest Folklife for much of the past forty years. As one former board member commented, “I can’t think of anyone who has consistently done more for the folk arts community, at every level, over such a long period of time. It’s truly devastating when the person who is ‘always there’ for everyone isn’t, anymore.”

Warren’s partner, Thelma Leuba, explained his philosophy: “He wanted to do whatever he could to increase the general grooviness of the planet.” We think he succeeded. We at Northwest Folklife will miss Warren very, very much. We mourn his death and celebrate his wonderful life.

Facebook page has been set up for reminiscences and photos of Warren.

Read the Seattle Times obituary by Paul DeBarros



Bob “Mac” McQuillenBob McQuillen at the Lake City contra dance, Seattle

Sometime around 1987, Bob McQuillen was convinced by Frank and Dina Blade, among others, to come out to Seattle and play for contra dances at our Northwest Folklife Festival over Memorial Day weekend. Mac knew a fine community gathering when he saw it, so at the end of that first trip he committed to return every year. He always came for two weeks, moved into the Blades’ basement, and would play several dances from Oregon to British Columbia before and after the festival. He and Frank had a local trio, Mac’s Quackers, and, after a few years, Bob added a quartet here called The Rhythm Rollers.

Mac could be found, with a cup of coffee always handy, in one of two places at Folklife. Mostly he staked out a spot at the side of the stage in the huge dance hall, watching the dancers, loving all the different types of music, and chatting with friends old and new throughout the day. And he told those jokes! His other haunt was the performers’ lounge where he’d take his seat at the piano and hold forth, accompanying a couple of dozen fiddlers and players of accordions, banjos, mandolins, flutes, whistles — all comers welcome. Those were the grandest of sessions, driven by Bob with his mighty playing and shouted encouragements, both delivered in his exquisite Yankee accent.

Last year at the end of his scheduled dance set, he grabbed a mic and began a short speech, a surprise to only a few of the 600 dancers.  Mac was never shy about expressing himself in a crowd and was always worth hearing, not that one could avoid it. As was his custom, he started with his shop teacher’s bellow: “Now listen up everyone, ‘cause I’ve got something to say,” and went on to tell us all how much Folklife had meant to him over the years, how much he loved us all, and — here was the kicker — that he would no longer promise to come back. He didn’t close the door completely, but many of us sensed this could really be his last visit.

All of us out here will miss having Bob in our lives and music. But, as Arlo said about Pete last week, “he’s passed away, but that doesn’t mean he’s gone.” Bob will always be with the countless people he touched, taught, named tunes for, made music with, and loved.

W.B. Reid

Seattle, Washington

February 4, 2014

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