{"id":8879,"date":"2019-02-17T16:27:00","date_gmt":"2019-02-18T00:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/?p=8879"},"modified":"2023-06-20T16:31:47","modified_gmt":"2023-06-21T00:31:47","slug":"rip-ken-nordine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/?p=8879","title":{"rendered":"RIP Ken Nordine"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h1 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Ken Nordine, Chicago creator of &#8216;word jazz&#8217; who had a voice that &#8216;could give you the chills,&#8217; dies at 98<\/h1>\n\n\n\n<p>By&nbsp;Rick Kogan<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Chicago Tribune<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Feb 16, 2019 at 2:00 pm<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><a href=\"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Screen-Shot-2023-06-20-at-5.29.09-PM.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"902\" height=\"534\" src=\"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Screen-Shot-2023-06-20-at-5.29.09-PM.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-8880\" srcset=\"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Screen-Shot-2023-06-20-at-5.29.09-PM.png 902w, https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Screen-Shot-2023-06-20-at-5.29.09-PM-300x178.png 300w, https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Screen-Shot-2023-06-20-at-5.29.09-PM-768x455.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Before you read the words written below about the life and times and accomplishments of a man named Ken Nordine, who died Saturday at his North Side home at the age of 98, it would be a good idea for you to listen to whatever you can find at www.wordjazz.com.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What you will discover is the one-and-only voice of Ken Nordine, one of the few people in the history of radio to use the medium to its fullest potential, rather than as a forum for blather, confrontation, inanities and noisy nonsense. He made a kind of vocal music as the voice of thousands of commercials and as the force behind a new art form he created and called \u201cword jazz.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You may never have heard the Ken Nordine name, but there is no doubt you have heard him. He was often referred to simply as \u201cThe Voice,\u201d and you will read elsewhere that he possessed \u201cthe voice of God.\u201d As complimentary as that may be, it is hyperbole. Nordine\u2019s voice was as distinctive as any, but it also carried a palpable and unforgettable humanity. For the Chicago Blackhawks, he gave voice to these four unforgettable words \u2014 \u201cCold steel on ice\u201d \u2014 that remain firmly embedded in local minds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Those many hockey commercials were crafted by Chicago\u2019s Coudal Partners advertising\/marketing firm through the 1990s and into the next century. Kevin Guilfoile, now a successful novelist and screenwriter (castofshadows.net), was intimately involved in the process.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWorking with Ken was a thrill and an inspiration,\u201d Guilfoile said Saturday. \u201cHe was a one-of-a-kind master poet, performer and producer \u2014 one of those rare people with a brilliant singular vision and also the creative and technical chops to make that vision a reality all by himself. There was something so pure about his art.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe was also a pleasure to work with. When I heard the news of his death, the first thing I did was call (firm president) Jim Coudal, and Jim said, \u2018There was nothing like answering the phone when Ken called.\u2019 That\u2019s so true. Just hearing your name said by that voice could give you chills.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nordine was born on April 13, 1920, in Cherokee, Iowa, the son of Theresia and Nore Nordine. His father was an architect\/builder, and some of his work sparkled along the lakefront during our 1933-34 World\u2019s Fair. This is where the family settled and where Ken attended what is now Lane Technical College Preparatory High School and the University of Chicago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He started work in 1938, making $15 a month running a mimeograph machine at the studios of WBEZ, when that radio station programmed exclusively for the public schools. He then moved on to announcing jobs at stations in Florida and Michigan before returning here to become a staff announcer for WBBM-FM and to start making radio commercials.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>One writer described his voice as an instrument that &#8220;muses and oozes like molten gold.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In 1945, he married Beryl Vaughan, also a talented voice artist on such old radio program as the &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.chicagotribune.com\/topic\/entertainment\/music\/lone-%28music-group%29-PECLB00000014403-topic.html\">Lone<\/a>&nbsp;Ranger&#8221; and, for a time, was a Hollywood actress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They settled into a home on the North Side and raised three sons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMy father loved Chicago, deeply,\u201d said his eldest son, Ken Jr., who worked for many years as an engineer and producer alongside his dad. \u201cHe was ever turning down opportunities to work in New York or Los Angeles.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As successful as Nordine\u2019s announcing and commercial work was, he was creatively restless and drawn to more adventurous vocal avenues. One night in 1956, he was reciting the poetry of T.S. Eliot and Edgar Allan Poe for musicians Johnny Frigo and Dick Marx at a Wilson Avenue club called the Lei Aloha. He ran out of poems and started to improvise. Thus was born what he called \u201cword jazz,\u201d a concept that would go on to spawn a dozen record albums, a syndicated radio show and make him a legend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In 1990, Nordine accepted an invitation from Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead to perform with them at a New Year&#8217;s Eve concert. He would also collaborate with David Bowie, Tom Waits and many others in a late-life career that compelled one writer to call him \u201can underground hipster for the ages.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>None of this went to his head. \u201cHe was just the loveliest guy,\u201d Guilfoile said. \u201cAnd surprisingly for someone of his generation, he was fascinated with new processes and technology.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Shortly after celebrating his 85<sup>th<\/sup>&nbsp;birthday with a party at the Chicago Yacht Club in 2005, he sat in his home and excitedly showed off his brand-new DVD, his first. It was titled, \u201cThe Eye is Never Filled,\u201d a phrase that he remembers his mother saying to him repeatedly when he was very young. He told me then, \u201cThis is word jazz in morphing pictures\u201d and described it as something that \u201clooks like it was done under the influence of LSD.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nordine lost his wife in 2016 and 18 months ago suffered a stroke. \u201cThat kind of inhibited his ability to create,\u201d said Ken Jr. \u201cHe was no longer able to use a computer, but he kept modestly active. He just slowed down a bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou hear so much about my dad\u2019s special voice, but the thing was he knew how to use it. He also had such a special mind that enabled him to deconstruct the world and put it back together in the most compelling ways.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Those ways are still, and ever, available, at wordjazz.com, and he is also survived by sons Kristan, a musician, and Kevin, a filmmaker; 10 grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren. A memorial service is being planned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>rkogan@chicagotribune.com<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ken Nordine, Chicago creator of &#8216;word jazz&#8217; who had a voice that &#8216;could give you the chills,&#8217; dies at 98 By&nbsp;Rick Kogan Chicago Tribune Feb 16, 2019 at 2:00 pm Before you read the words written below about the life and times and accomplishments of a man named Ken Nordine, who died Saturday at his &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/?p=8879\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;RIP Ken Nordine&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8879","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8879","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8879"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8879\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8881,"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8879\/revisions\/8881"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8879"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8879"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/scottcolburn.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8879"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}