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Rememberances:
As I was sadly putting away Kenny's gig bag and tip can for the last time, it made me smile to see that his gig bag said "Fisher-Price".
from Rene C Kennedy
Cincinnati, OH
In the mid '60s, I played lead guitar in a rock quartet (The Crosswinds) based out of Blue Ash, Ohio. One evening, myself, the bassist and drummer found ourselves at an up and coming (at the time) steak house called Prime & Wine on the corner of Montgomery Road near the Kenwood Mall. This was just before Kenny hooked up with the back-up band for John Davidson in Hawaii.
As we went in search of the Men's Room, we came across this rather large shadowy figure standing under an exit light, smoking a cigarette, head bowed and eyes closed. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was pinching the bridge of his nose.
To me, the 'form' was unmistakable even in the shadows and I called to him and said, "Hey Kenny! What are you doing here?! Are you playing with the group?"
Since Kenny was pretty much a forgiving person concerning everything except 'musicians' who didn't know what they were doing, I understood his next actions and just kept on walking.
Without missing a beat he said, without raising his head, "You didn't see me, I was never here and this conversation never took place!"
I said, "Geez... they really that bad?..."
His reply? "I can't say... I'm not here..."
from Jim Leming
Issaquah, WA
I remember seeing Kenny Poole with Cal Collins at Famous Old Time Music years ago. Cal pulled out a wonderful arch top jazz guitar while Kenny pulled an old Hagstrom electric solid body guitar off the wall. I thought, "he's going to play that cheap guitar?" It was one of the first times I learned that it is not the guitar, it is the player. He made that guitar sing as he blended with Cal's guitar. He was amazing.
from Neil Harrell
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