I make particular note of this because the name evokes late teenage evenings by the radio listening to baritone/bass voices reciting poetry and announcing a bottomless variety of music. In those days Kenny Rankin got a fair bit of airplay. Several years ago, because the phrase "cotton candy parade" had unaccountably gotten stuck in my brain, I Googled his name and discovered that he was still recording and still playing small clubs in the Village.
I promptly forgot.
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For awhile, Rankin was a legendary junkie. Not that it matters a lot, but notice in hip-hop or rock obits, the junkiedom usually rates a whole paragraph, while in Rankin's it is not mentioned at all.
I always notice things like that.
Ah.
Never knew that.
Now that I think of it, I have Rankin mentally filed as a folkie, and except for Dylan (marijuana, introduced Beatles to), I don't recall folkies' drug habits being mentioned (although it has been a long time), even though many folk and jazz artists went off the radar in the mid-late '70s, and what they were taking would probably not interest the tabloids.
Huh.
And it would have been a redemption story, too.
I'll be on the lookout for this now. Thanks.
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