In response to one of our brothers, who honestly signs his comments, we offer up his suggested topic.
Write a few words or relate a story about the man, the legend, Doyle Hodges, who had quite a few stories of his own.
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Doyle steadfastly believed that a citizen of Houston should not have to pay for parking on a public street. Hence he had more tickets and boots put on that old faded blue van that they cost him way more then the damm thing was worth. The last time he had to pay well over $3000.00 to get it out of the car pound , and as soon as he got in it he drove it right to the wortham and parked without paying.
Doyle never met a piece of equipment that didn't need a 'few' modifications. When one of the theaters got a new console, the other audio guys made bets about how long it would take for him to 'enhance' it. Many a time, he would be the only person who knew how things went together, with what cables and in what combinations. There wasn't a time when he would let the work get in the way of a good story.
CRAP! i just wrote a longass one and it didnt take! here goes again.
doyle, in retrospect, may have adopted a napping technique where his eyes were open and his mouth was telling a story. there was so many tangents and a million 'six degrees of seperation' tricks. it was like someone was reciting a dream. actually put some listners to sleep. not because the story was boring. but, his bass monotone could bring you to z's. or maybe you already heard the story and recovering from a ....well, you know.
there was one story that had so many tangents and 'degrees of seperation'...the french documentary/film crew. something about coming to houston and hiring doyle as the sound guy. driving in a police car. the cop knowing some politicians (that wore a big hat)that had a great barbq on a ranch. the french guys changing their documentary either 'from murder' or 'to murder.' the french guys introducing doyle to a sundry of police detectives, film makers, and politicians. oh, and criminals.
i heard that story many times. and not that it changed each time, but, the tangents got longer. the voice more baritone. and the dinty moores microwave bell louder!
actually, i hate doing this. my memory does not do his storys justice. i always promised myself to hit record to document his stories. but, i never did. i'm an idiot. and now a sad one.
but what about the time he was hired as a film sound guy. with a nagra (bonus question in the audio class: How are nagras powered in the field where there is no power?) and a shotgun hanging out the window of a car. capturing the perfect car chase tire squeals with a driver, doyle, and a young steven spielberg on his first theatrical feature film
(The Sugarland Express)
i owe my membership in local 51 to doyle hodges. he was the one who recommended me for membership. the first long call i had with him was the first outdoor carmen at the woodlands. we sweated our asses off and made a lot of cash. he took me under his ample sound wing and helped to make me the sound man i am today.
memories of doyle:
-first opera load out i did in the wortham he asked me, as the last assignment of the day, to go pick up all the biscuits. "oh, by the way, they probably won't want you to take them. but, do it anyway!" after many growls, evil looks & death threats i returned with one.
-padding around the cullen in his fuzzy slippers.
-telling me that they had just prohibited smoking in all booths at the wortham, while he's lighting a cigarette.
-his extreme love for greg webber.
-his extreme love for all indian/pakistani peoples.
-setting up opera design table com with him. he made it a true art-form.
oh, one more story...
the way he told it, everyone at nasa, knew that on the apollo 11 mission neil armstrong was going to say the line, "one small step for man. one giant leap for mankind." but, there was interference in the transmission so they had to do several takes. when they realized that none of them was clean, doyle had to do an edit for the final version. every time i hear that line i can't help but think of doyle hunched over a table splicing that 1/4 inch reel to reel tape.
now THAT'S a good story!
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