'This handsome, kind, fun-loving, talented, beautiful man - adored husband of Joyce, Louise's adored Daddy - died peacefully on Saturday 29th November, 2008.
Joyce Rae Frith
Roger's death came as a huge shock to everyone who knew him. Although he would have been 70 next year, he never grew old and had an inexhaustible zest for life.
Earlier this year, on his 69th birthday, he went paragliding with Joyce and was looking forward to doing a parachute jump.
Two months ago, Roger was diagnosed with cancer and although an operation seemed initially successful, he suffered from complications that were ultimately fatal.
Roger never wanted to grow old, but he did look forward to many more years with Joyce, friends and family and those of us who knew him will miss him greatly.
This blog is a celebration of Roger's life and an opportunity for those who knew him to add comments at the bottom of this page.
Roger's Work
Roger started his career at Sadler’s Wells, moving with the company to the Coliseum to become resident lighting designer/supervisor for English National Opera. He then worked as a freelancer. Although still specialising in lighting for opera, Roger’s freelance work encompassed a wide range of productions, including commercial plays, musicals and ballet in
Roger designed numerous productions for English Bach Festival including: Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme, Dido and Aeneas and The Fairy Queen, all at the Royal Opera House; Telemaco at Sadler’s Wells and the Herod Atticus amphitheatre near the Acropolis; and Platee at the Alexandra Trianti Opera House in Athens. He also lit other productions for English Bach Festival in
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Other productions included La Boheme on a floating stage in
Although Roger specialised in lighting operas, he was extremely versatile and also lit straight drama and farce, as well as many pantomimes and musicals.
Roger worked extensively with students at RADA, ArtsEd and, most recently, the Drama Centre at The Cochrane Theatre,
'What was striking was how well - especially latterly, with Roger Frith's lighting - this opera came across'. – The Independent, reviewing Anna Bolena
Roger the child prodigy
Before Roger became a lighting designer, he achieved a certain amount of fame as Britain's youngest puppeteer:
Roger toured the country, first with his parents, then with a company called the Hogarth Puppets. His puppet shows received rave reviews and his reputation grew to the point where he was offered television work. For a brief spell, Roger operated Muffin the Mule.
Roger left the world of puppets to study art at Goldsmith's College, where he showed considerable promise. However, Roger left after a year as he was made an offer he couldn't refuse: to train as a lighting designer at Sadler's Wells. Roger had apparently got the job as it was felt that his artist's understanding of colour made him an ideal candidate for the position.
Tributes
Joyce has received many emails during the last few days. It is not possible to publish all of them, but here are a few extracts, accompanied by photos from Roger's life:
You were the perfect couple. True soul mates. And the world is duller - and dimmer - without Roger.
David Wood OBE
Andrew Killan
I was only thinking of him the other day I was going through some old photographs, and I found the one where me and Roger were sitting in the back of an old viscount airplane going to Vichy France on one of Lena’s jaunts.
I said to Roger 'I am not getting on that bloody thing. It's got propellers'. Roger reassured me it would be okay, so we sat together in the back and smoked our way through the flight. We ended up in hysterics as when we landed, the cleaning truck consisted of a little French lady with a bucket and mop. Then (I am not sure) I think we went for a beer. Just for a change.
Susan Ashley (nee Hartfree)
Gary Diomandes
He will be sorely missed by all. You are right he was loved by all (and still is). I guess it's always the way with people of fabulous talent, that they usually never really take themselves seriously; and thankfully Roger was one of these.
He will be leaving an amazing legacy of young designers behind to carry on with his wonderful teaching and skills that he has left them with. So I guess in one way his 'Light' will still be shining for many years to come.
Hugh Halliday
Alex and I will never think of Roger without smiling; his sense of fun, stories, and wisdom will be sorely missed.
We must all go on believing in what we do for his sake, knowing that he should have been allowed to go on rendering our work so much more beautiful and to have continued to enrich our lives as a valued friend and colleague.
Di Fraser
Please convey my sympathy to Joyce and tell her I have very fond memories of Roger, who was always generous with his friendship, when I was living and working in London in the early seventies.
I will always remember Roger coming to me one day, all those years ago and telling me that he had taken a phone call at the Coliseum from my Mother, who asked (and here he mimicked my Mother, by putting-on a high pitched Welsh accent) "Have you seen my Stephen, as he didn't come home last night" (I sometimes slept on the floor of the lighting box after too many lagers with him at The Lemon Tree).
He told her that he expected to see me later that day and he would make sure I phoned her. I was rightly admonished by Roger for not being more considerate to my poor Mother!
Stephen Hancock
Toby Boakes, aged nine
Paul Jerricho
Much of my childhood was spent backstage with Dad, mainly at the Coliseum. One of my favourite memories is of watching the production of 'Peter Pan' which Dad lit every Christmas. I loved watching it in the lighting box with Dad.
Three weeks ago, I met Dad before he went into hospital for the operation. We had a drink in the pub, then went home for lunch with Joyce. When it was time for me to catch my train home, Dad insisted on walking me to the station. He talked about the forthcoming operation as we walked.
"In a funny sort of way", he said, looking into the distance, "I am looking forward to it. It's a challenge. An awfully big adventure."
Dad loved adventure. Like Peter Pan, he retained a childlike love of new experiences. He never tired of meeting new people, travelling, trying new things, having fun. In Joyce, he found his perfect partner - someone who shared his love of theatre and had an equal thirst for adventure.
Those who know 'Peter Pan' will know what 'an awfully big adventure' means. It was far too early for Dad to embark on his last big adventure, but I take comfort in the fact that he lived his life to the full right to the end and was loved by so many.
Louise Frith
Oh Joyce, I know it was inevitable given what happened, but I am so shocked and so sorry for you and Louise.
As you say, he was such a big personality, so loved by all who knew him, that to take him away seems so impossible. There will be tears all over the world tonight for him.
Jenny Ranson, OBE
Roger was such a pleasure to work with, and lots of people I've told say the same. You'll get messages from people you barely know with the same message - Roger helped me get to where I am now.
Kate Reynolds
I designed several productions at Drama Centre which Roger lit. As well as being a fantastic lighting designer, he was such good fun to be with. The last time we worked together, he proudly showed photos of the both of you paragliding in Greece. He certainly knew how to enjoy life. He was always talking about you too. I liked him instantly, even before we actually met. I loved the way he introduced himself on the phone as "Roger the Frith". I will miss him very much indeed and am lucky to have known him.
Mark Friend
As well as being great fun, Roger was also the consummate pro, pulling all sorts of effects out of the bag which one had no right to expect on the budget and timescale available. He was also brilliant with the students, tirelessly enlisting those 1st year acting students to help with all the technical work needed to produce a professional standard show.
He’s irreplaceable; I’m going to miss him as a colleague and a pal.
Chris Ettridge
28 comments:
Thank you Louise and Joyce for an excellent tribute to Roger. I expect he's having a drink with my Mother now, at the Lemon Tree in the sky, as I can feel my ears burning. Cheers Roger, I'm so glad our paths crossed.
I only got to spend a few months with Roger while I was in London with the St. Mary’s University study abroad program. In that short time he taught me so great tips and tricks of the lighting design business. Roger was a great guy and a amazing teacher. He will always be remember.
Truly Roger was a wonderfully larger than life character who it was a pivilege to know and count as a very dear friend. Two stories stick in my mind.
The first is of a day when I met him for a lunch-time drink. He arrived bearing a newspaper review praising him for his “crepuscular” lighting. “Ever heard of that?“ he asked before explaining that Joyce had told him that it meant “bloody dark.” At which point he burst into a gale of laughter, flooding the table with the froth from the top of his beer.
The second memory was when he was lighting an obscure Handel opera seldom performed in this country. I asked how things were going. “Well, I can seem why it is seldom performed,” he replied.
How we shall miss him.
David Buchan
Roger became 'Uncle Roger' when I was 11 years old. Immediately we bonded. He was always great company, interesting and attentive full of encouragement for my theatrical aspirations a kind man with a wicked sense of fun. He loved his gadgets and gizmo's one minute revelling in the delights of fooling around with a whoopee cushion, then the next proudly showing off the superb sound quality of his latest set of speakers, drawing us all in. You were my only (and favourite!)uncle, thank you Joyce for sharing him with us. Nothing in moderation, no one gave a bear hug quite like you Roger.
Steph Warner
Roger’s lights may have dimmed, but his warmth remains. He truly touched the hearts and imaginations of all those whom he met and left fond memories. And what memories: racing up to Wimbledon Common when the funfair arrived to find the fastest ride (which usually made you feel ill); ensuring the hottest dish was found on the Indian menu and eating it with relish (and usually tears in your eyes); laughter and sunshine whilst listening to jazz at the Cannizaro picnics (where the tables groaned with the weight of the food); trying to slip in one more beer before curfew (with a mischievous look in his eye)! We will never forget this kind, fun and great man.
However, I will miss his lovely big bear hugs.
With love to Podge.
Georgina Jayne
Ihave been Roger and Joycie's Hairdresser for over 25 years. They would always come in together like a Double act for their 6 weekly trims,We always had a lot to talk about especially Corrie, local Gossop, and Holidays,(their favourite pastime) I am very sad, I shall really miss my Mate Rog!
SATVIKANANDA SAYS : from her fried Linda's address in India
Satvikananda, (Sue Hammer that was) and Sam feel immensely grateful that dear Joycey shared her glorious 'little animal' with us. We are so grateful that you both were able to come to my 60th birthday party the Saturday immediately before Rog went into hospital. You were so brave Rog and we love you and thank you for your kindness, affection, humour and absolute joy that you brought to every occasion. We wish that we could be around in person for you Joycey but send our love and prayers from India where we are until January. A truly wonderful 'little animal' has been lost to this world but will always be with us all bringing laughter into our hearts.
I only worked with Rog once, on 'Wolfman' at the Attic,but what a man-a slab of humanity. I shall miss him.
Peter Harding
I remember the day when Louise uttered the dreaded words, 'You must meet my father.'
I knew nothing about Roger and expected a rather stern authority figure who would be sizing me up to see if I was good enough for his daughter.
Instead, I met a friendly, relaxed man who poured me a beer and proceeded to show me how loud his hi-fi was. When the house started to shake under the strains of Shostakovich, he grinned like a naughty schoolboy.
Roger was great fun and full of life. The music should have lasted a lot longer.
Phil Boakes
I am the first wife.
After our divorce I didn't expect to see much of Roger but one day he rang me up and asked if I fancied a drink in the Mo. Some of the older readers of this will remember that wonderful club. The drinkers in the Mo looked rather suprised to see us together but it was the start of over 30 years of friendship.
I am so glad that Roger, Joyce and I went to a party together at Sadlers Wells in September. I met Roger at the Wells in 1959 and last saw him there in 2008.
I can't say how much I will miss him.
Anne and Ian said .....
We shall all miss Roger's luminious
presence. We loved him dearly and his untimely passing leaves us with a "black hole" which will never again be lit up by his outgoing and vivacious personality.
and Anne said....
Love you dearly Roger, will miss you forever.
Dear Joycie,
Sadly I only met Roger once - do you remember you came to lunch in the garden at Hermitage Road? I know how happy you both were and we have always kept in touch at Christmastime. We go back a long, long way Joycie and my thoughts are with you, with the hapiest of memories and fun times. x
A hugely sad and premature loss to not only Joyce, his family and all who knew him, but also to our industry. This is a very fitting tribute to a great and lovely man. At least the angels will now be impeccably lit!
I was so shocked to have read about dear Roger. I was only thinking about the pair of you before Christmas and realised that I owed you both several drinks and a good old chinwag.
Roger will be hugely missed by all that met and worked with him and it's a joy and pleasure to have been one of those people.
Our thoughts are with you and all Rogers family.
Huge hugs
Siva, Matti & Ozcar
xyxyx
This comment comes so long after the fact. I only learned that Roger had died in a phone call with John Owen-Edwards last week. It may have been a very long time indeed since I last spoke with him, but my memory of Roger's generous, warm, outgoing, thoughtful and genial personality is as clear and vivid today as it ever was. I thank God that our paths crossed.
I recall a night in 1972 when he came to see 'Cowardy Custard', which I was musically directing at the Mermaid Theatre. He loved the show, and seemed to have been quite enchanted by the whole evening. But one number struck a special chord with him -- a song which no-one else has ever focused in on. In the closing medley of the show, John Moffatt and Patricia Routledge sang a seemingly insignificant, soft-centred little duet about being 'on the road'. (Only those who have known long road trips such as those we undertook with Sadler's Wells Opera in the 1960s can fully appreciate Coward's lyrics.) I quote them in full, since Roger felt that they captured magnificently the joys of touring, and also the drawbacks -- which somehow never seemed to outweigh the pleasures!
"I have often wondered if it's possible to recapture
The magic of bygone days.
I feel one couldn't quite resuscitate all the rapture
And joy of a youthful phase.
But still it's nice to remember
The things we used to do
When you were on tour with me, my dear,
And I was on tour with you.
"Touring days, touring days,
What ages it seemed to be,
Since the landlady in Norwich
Served a mouse up in the porridge
And a beetle in the morning tea.
Touring days, alluring days,
Far back into the past we gaze.
We used to tip the dressers every Friday night
And pass it over lightly when they came in tight,
But somehow to us it all seemed right,
Those wonderful touring days."
Thanks for pointing out the poignancy contained in those seemingly silly rhyming couplets, Roger.
I'm sure there's a 'Lemon Tree' in the sky, but I'm looking forward even more to the 'Harlequin' up a gold-paved Rosebery Avenue, where we can all once again open our hearts to one another!
"May light perpetual shine upon him."
What we loved about Roger was his infectious enthusiasm and the pleasure he took in our good times. We have an abiding memory of him holding up the pillars of Worthing Assembly Hall at the end of Herbie's mayoral ball, declaring it was the 'besht night ever.' Yes, it was, Roger, but even better because you were there to share it with us. You left us all too soon, and our only consolation is that you were still enjoying the party.
It is a year today since Dad went in to the coma that led to his death on 29th December. A year ago today I woke up looking forward to visiting Dad in the hospital. We were all delighted that he was recovering so well from the operation. Then Joyce rang me with the bad news. I met her at the hospital that afternoon, but Dad was in such a deep coma that he didn't even know we were there.
I have had plenty of time to reflect since then. I miss him. I have had lots of sad dreams, but recently I had a very happy, simple dream where I met him for a drink in a pub. He was so vivid that I was able to enjoy just looking at him. He seemed well and in good spirits and I woke up feeling comforted.
I can't tell him what he meant to me, but if I could I would say this. I would say thank you to him for: being so excited by my birth that he smashed his fist through a plate-glass door; taking me to Battersea funfair every year when we lived in London; making up shadow puppet shows at bedtime; watching 'The Magic Roundabout' with me; building me a Wendy house for Christmas Day whilst drunk; taking me to wonderful shows at the theatre; sitting through children's films with me at the cinema; bringing me a rainbow money box and a comic when I was ill in Mersea; bringing me a carrier bag full of toys from Hamleys for the first Christmas Day after my parents separated; travelling all the way from London to Colchester for just a couple of hours after work one night when I was 9 just so we could spend some time together; keeping the letters I wrote to him when I was 9 and 10; paying my school fees; always being on time when he collected me at the station; taking me on holiday with him every summer; teaching me that flying was fun, not frightening; teaching me to love swimming and snorkelling; sharing swordfish with me; sharing the joys of pork crackling with me; making a surprise appearance at my 18th birthday party; bringing me breakfast in bed on a tray whenever I came to stay; being proud of my 2:1; visiting me when I was pregnant and putting up with my one-track topic of conversation; visiting me and Toby so often when we lived in Twickenham and taking us out to Arthur's cafe for hot chocolate; visiting me and the boys in Lewes. And for buying the best, most exciting toys for the boys at Christmas.
Sadly, Harry will probably have no memory of his grandpa, but Toby will and he has promised to tell Harry what he remembers. He said to me, "I shall tell him Grandpa was a very jolly fellow".
I had the most unusual and interesting father and I will always miss him.
Dear Rog
Almost a year since you went to check the 'Red Phase'.
Missing you hugely and yet never failing to laugh when remembering some of our jolly adventures up at Cannizaro Park or you making magic with light in Wimbledon Studio - before popping down to J.J's for a glass of wine or two.
What a brilliant loveable pal, keep twinkling.
Jonathan and Alise
Sending lots of love and thoughts to Louise and Joycie.
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Thinking of you, Dad.
I wish he was here now.
It was so nice to see his smiling face when he came to my Mum's house.
I just wish he never died.
Yes, we all miss his sunny presence, but he is still with us in our hearts.
Georgina
Still miss you Rog.
Love Annie
Can't believe it's three years since you died, Dad. We are all thinking of you.
Four years now. It's unbelievable. You are in my thoughts every day, Dad.
Just surfing the web and found this page. I knew Roger for only a short time, for a couple of years, back when I lived in Wimbledon and helped out at the Attic theatre and actually appeared in the last night production of "The Lucky spot". Also from when I appeared in the Canizaro park Midsummer night´s dream.
I had a good few beers with Roger and I loved his accent and especially his laugh.He was a real man of the theatre, he belonged in the theatre world and I am glad that I got to know Roger along the way.I have sat here this evening in Denmark and raised a cup of tea to his memory. Roger will be sad to know that I no longer drink beer. Wine is still good though.
When I think back to Wimbledon from these Danish shores I will remember thee Roger Frith sir.
It is five years since my darling husband died. I continue to miss the big, silly, funny talented man more than words can express. It is awful to think that having successfully come through a big Cancer Operation, he was killed by 4 night nurses on the Florence Nightingale Ward at St. Georges Hospital. Nothing can describe the horror of reading in the special report of their utterly appalinging behaviour. The illegal breaks, the lack of training and the stupidity of not noticing, that one of the patients in their care, was having trouble breathing. And there was more. As many of you know, I successfully sued the NHS for Clinical Negligence. It was a hollow victory. The one thing I want to regain is the one thing I cannot have. Life will never be the same again. Obviously, it continues, I keep going for him but hate being without him.
Joyce
Just to say, still thinking of you Rog.
Annie
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