This Saturday from 4-7pm in front of the Raphael Hotel on the Plaza, a KC icon turns 70…I know what you’re thinking– 70. Old fart. Who’s this, some Kemper–Kauffman–Hall chip
off the old Block? A captain of industry, titan of finance, chairman of this or that chamber or something.
Those guys would get lost in a room when blues and jazz singer Danny Cox flashed a smile. Let loose with his mellow baritone and you can call KCP&L and tell em to turn off the Montrose Power Station.
Like so many lucky locals, I have had the pleasure to know and work with Danny over the years.
blessings.
I haven’t seen the music master in a few years (my fault). But there’s no mistaking the talent, energy and intellect he always brought to his performances. He was so gracious when KC’s best gathered to raise money after a fire destroyed the family’s KCK home. Always there with a smile and a song. He’s a part of the KC history I’m proud of.
And now he’s three score and ten, and you want to be there for that. Drop by the Raphael Saturday. Roll a doobie, shake out the blanket, lie back and listen to the most mellifluous voice I can think of.
Danny Cox at 70.
Nobody sings it like Danny.
I’ve seen him several times in the past few years. The man just sounds great no matter where he plays.
Thanks for the heads up.
Happy Birthday to Danny! He truly is one of KC’s unheralded treasures. Talented, sweet, soulful, elegant. May God Bless You with many many more years of health and happiness.
The Vanguard was a regular stop when I was in high school. And Danny was always our favorite.
I got a job at the legendary Main Point when I was in college. Used Danny as a reference, turning an evening of running cables and other gofer stuff into working for Good Karma.
Returning to KC some 40-years later, I saw him at a benefit to help finance Sweet Jesus. Bought a photo of Danny, poster size and put a little money in the kitty. Got to tell Stan & Danny the story.
Danny tells the story of hearing his son, Nate, saying his first curse word as a kid.
Danny asked him if that was the worst curse word he knew. He then went on to say that Richard Nixon & George Bush were the strongest cuss words there were.
It was a number of years before Nate realized they weren’t really cuss word.
Thank you, Danny, for the music and inspiration all of these years.
Ditto Orphan. Spent evenings at the Vanguard over 40 years ago myself and was probably in the room with you back then.
Thanks Mark, for the great article as well as the advice given in your last paragraph.
Happy Birthday Danny and thanks for the music !!!