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Ramblin’ Rod

Long ago, I was in the studio audience of a local PDX TV kids show called Ramblin’ Rod. “Local kids show” is a format that is completely lost to time, which is pretty wild, because it was such a thing. Think Krusty the Clown — kids sitting in a studio, a goofball host, time filled with lots of old cartoons.

I have strong memories of going to the studio. I even mentioned it (randomly) at the start of a GDC talk I gave in 2024, including some heartbreak.

But I always wondered if my memory matched reality.

Then, a month ago, my dad found the tape. It’d been sitting in our basement, never-watched — a friend of my dad’s used his Betamax® VCR to tape the show, and we never had a Betamax® player to watch it.

There’s a guy in town that can digitize Betamax tapes. And he digitized it for $25. (Did a great job.)

So, for the first time in 40 years, let’s watch some selected highlights from The Ramblin’ Rod Show on 2/8/1984… together.

(If nothing else, you’ll see a very small me, a very good Pac-Man Cereal ad, and a very weird cartoon.)

BONUS: you can watch the entire hour-long episode, including commercials, over on the Internet Archive.

One thing I can’t quite explain about this: it doesn’t feel super old or nostalgic to me, it still feels strangely fresh. All of this material is still so present in my brain, every song, every intro, even the commercials I know by heart, still. Sure, all the trappings are retro, but we see new retro things every week (like, uh, Blippo+!). It’s a weird feeling.

Also, in my GDC talk, I said that Shannon and I both did a goofy face where we rolled our eyes back making weird creepy all-white eyes. (That was his idea.) But looking at this tape, those eye-rolls are nowhere to be seen! I’m shook. I was 100% certain that’s what happened. Why did I remember it that way? Did we maybe do it in a rehearsal? Was there a rehearsal? I’ll never know. I guess memory is like a jacket covered in buttons — it can only hold so much, and it sure jangles a lot when you move.

“Ramblin’ Rod” Anders passed away in 2002. The show ran from 1964 to 1997. In 1989, he estimated he had been given 15,000 buttons for his sweater. “I’m a good person. This is a good life. We can make the best of it, and we can be all right.”

But yes, I’m still mad at Shannon.

Yours,
Cabel

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  1. Jeff

    About time you posted!!!! I’ve been holding my breath!!!!! Thanks!!!

  2. Steve Nicholson

    This brought to mind a show I remember growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area called Git Box Tickle. The main thing I remember is the guy would play songs while the lyrics and chords scrolled on the screen so you could play along at home. I looked it up and it turns out his name was Joe Fromer. Turns out he was a pretty cool guy. https://www.marinij.com/2013/01/15/memorial-set-for-mill-valleys-jon-fromer-singer-songwriter-for-social-justice/

    Unfortunately, searches on Internet Archive and YouTube don’t turn anything up.

  3. Kyle Ridolfo

    Delightful! Also I love that you included that newspaper. What a time capsule!

  4. Justin Bailey

    I was on ramblin’ rod with my Cub Scout troop. Must have been 85/86. I was reading the dragon lance chronicles at the time. For some reason I brought my copy to read on the show. Rod asked me what I had but other than that seemed ok I was hedging my bets 😂.

    Or maybe it was all a dream, much like the supposed goody faces. 🤷

    Thanks so much for sharing!

  5. Harry McCracken

    Cabel, being a Portlander but older than you, I watched Ramblin’ Rod in the early 1970s. “Watch” scarcely describes the relationship my friends and I had with this guy, though: We idolized him, and his program was the subject of a substantial amount of the chatter at school. If Ramblin’ Rod did something, it was, by definition, cool—even if that thing was eating raw hot dogs on the air, which he did. (He was sponsored by either Rath or Armor—I’ve forgotten.)

    Ramblin’ Rod spent a lot of time shilling products on his show in rather manic fashion. “Everyone knows” that our fellow Portlander Matt Groening based Krusty on Rusty Nails, another Portland kid show host. But Rusty was a mild-mannered, God-fearing clown. Face paint aside, Ramblin’ Rod and our worship of him reminds me much more of Krusty, and I’ve often wondered if he was an influence on Groening.

    I would have given anything to be on Ramblin’ Rod’s show. But according to my mother, at least, the wait list to get on was years long. I did get to be on another local cartoon show twice. It was hosted by Mr. Duffy, a ringmaster type. But he wasn’t Ramblin’ Rod, so the whole experience was a letdown. The main thing I remember was being disappointed when they wheeled out a small black and white monitor to show us the cartoons—I thought they’d look incredible in person—and that for some reason one of the episodes I was on never aired. (Again, according to my mother.)

    There is a decent amount of Ramblin’ Rod footage on YouTube, but last time I checked, it all dated from well after the period I was obsessed with him, and depicts a Ramblin’ Rod I didn’t really know. (We left Portland in 1974.) I do not recall him wearing pins on his cardigan, for instance. 1980s/1990s Ramblin’ Rod looks like an eccentric, slightly doddering uncle; the guy I recall was more a hip older brother, riding onto the show each day in his pretend Chris-Craft boat.

    It may be obvious by now that I’ve never stopped thinking about Ramblin’ Rod. Thank you for giving me an excuse to do so.

  6. wingedarbiterb7c5b14987

    Amazing Post Cabel Sir 🙂

    Delightful!

  7. Rishav Ryan

    Nostalgia

  8. Bob Alea

    Heh. There was a similar show in in the small town where I grew up. They did a remote at my grade school one day that featured a show and tell where we all brought toys to the classroom and a few of the kids were selected to do a show and tell about their toys.

    During a break in the filming we, being kids, went up to the table and played with the toys and moved them around. Somebody, I guess a P.A. came in and saw that we’d moved the toys around and absolutely lost his shit, yelling that we had “Broken continuity.” We being 6 or 7 years old, of course, had no idea what continuity was.

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