My sister, God bless her, was a music lover. She had her hand kissed in the 1950’s by a member of the Kingston Trio.
When it came to Sam Cooke, she ecstatically rhapsodized over his voice, inflections, and overall amazing singing talent. After hearing her amazing descriptions of Cooke’s voice, I listened to Cooke differently.
Sad that he was caught up in the dysfunctional and dangerous black culture of drugs, guns, and death.
**Sad that he was caught up in the dysfunctional and dangerous black culture of drugs, guns, and death.**
I do believe the prostitute that ran off with his wallet is still alive.
My dad recognized one of The Kingston Trio in a Payless Drug Store in Coos Bay, OR in the early ‘70s.