My friend just got off the phone with me. He was relaying that Ken Nordine passed away at the Age of 98.
Ken Nordine’s work is true magic and it influenced me in so many, many ways. He honestly was the very LAST living person on this earth I wouldn’t be able to treat like any other human being you’d run into on the street. I viewed him as a larger than life god of music and creativity. I realize very few people probably heard of, or remember him outside the Chicago area but for those who did, it’s a sad day.
Ironically I spent all day, until I got the phone call an hour ago, alone reflecting and writing about how music effected my life.
I know people cringe when I write posts, but considering the subject was originally going to be a response to a PM I started to answer, the extreme LENGTH it ended up being, and the fact that Ken Nordine left his legacy to us today, and through ironic events that led me to write it… I’m taking it as a sign. No one needs to read it, but I NEED to post it.
All I can really say is I’m kind of honored to have been writing and reflecting on music and life, the day my last living musical god slipped away from the world of the living unknowingly while I wrote.