If you’ve been to any concert in Toronto over the last thirty years, it was inevitable that you would have run into a guy known around the city as Kid Rock. No, not the redneck wannabe from Detroit. Our Kid Rock–Keith John Correa–was calling himself that long before the other guy. We knew him as “The Original Kid Rock.”
Keith was somehow at almost every show and always somehow managed to end up backstage or someplace close to it. I have no idea how he managed (or afforded!) to do this. But if there was a gig, Keith was there.
And he was easy to spot with blonde beard the wild wardrobe that often featured a lot of things in gold. He was a true larger-than-life character on the Toronto music scene.
Sadly, Keith died a couple of days ago. I’m not sure what happened, but he apparently told some people he was going in for some minor surgery.
Condolences to his partner Carol and his many, many friends. He will be missed.