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.
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.