A tribute by Don Hallock
Rumor has it that Bob (“The King”) Moscone has passed. The news is – very appropriately – making the GBH rounds. If you’ve already been told, simply chalk that up to Bob’s beloved place in our collective hearts …. then send it on.
Those of us who knew him remember Bob as studio supervisor and lighting director at 84 Mass. Ave., from the station’s inception in 1956 to October 1961, when the entire operation was consumed by fire. To say he was a ‘handsome and lovable devil’ would be at once an understatement and an expression of well deserved respect.
This was he. But don’t let the ‘somber look’ fool you. At this click of the shutter the station we loved had been little more than ashes for under 24 hours….we all felt that way.
In his official capacities Bob administered the building’s entire TV production level: training and scheduling the Boston University broadcasting-student interns and other volunteers (who staffed the entire studio operation from floor managing to camera operation); directing the placement and installation of settings in 2 studios; arranging the storage of scenery and properties; hanging and focusing of lights, as well as operating the lighting console during most shows; and in general, overseeing the cleanliness and serviceability of the production spaces. From time to time he could even be spotted flipping title cards, operating the rear-screen slide projector, or running the teleprompter. He was worth his weight….
Bob’s nicknames, “The King,” (so called, reverently, by those same BU interns), and “The Prince of Darkness,” (often lovingly spoken in his immediate presence) expressed the well-earned affection with which he was held by those who worked with and for him. Actually, Bob was liked and respected by just about everyone in the station, partly due to the vital role his job entailed in the operation of the TV facility, but just as much because of his aura of easy-going but committed capabilities – and that’s not to overlook a certain ‘bad-boy nobility,’ which surrounded him always.
If something needed to be arranged, Bob could almost always – one way or another – make it happen.
Oddly, handling all that responsibility, ‘The King’ never had an office. His center of operations – when one could find it all (somewhere in a dark corner of studio-A) – consisted of a bedraggled office chair, and a badly beaten-up wooden desk on wheels.
You’ll be fondly remembered by your ‘family,’ Bob. Travel well….
“And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”
You can find Bob’s obituary here, https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/name/robert-moscone-obituary?id=53485299