Of Ice Fields, Breath Mints & Corn Flakes: Leo Kottke
Bruce Pollock, Guitar, October 1989
TRYING TO COME up with enticing copy about Leo Kottke, is a little like writing an ad for Kellogg's Corn Flakes. There's something about him so quintessentially Kansas in August, and well, corny as the Fourth of July, that people may fail to take him as seriously as some of the more trendy newcomers, Oat Bran, say, or Fruit Loops.
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