For the late Ray Coppock, (baritone harmony, guitar and harmonica) folk-singing in public started unexpectedly when the Crawdads rose out of the muck of Putah Creek 40 years ago, dripping with old-fashioned harmony. (Well, actually, they were just friends who liked to sing.) Old-timey songs were Ray’s favorites, but he liked almost anything with a tinge of folk that gives a chance to harmonize. And he enjoyed an occasional lick with the harmonica.
Ray lived in Davis, where he and his wife Ellen raised two boys and a girl and watched the town grow. He was a retired writer and editor for the University of California. A native Californian, he grew up in a small Mojave Desert community, served in the infantry in World War II, graduated from Berkeley, and worked as a reporter for assorted newspapers. He back-packed the Sierra, published poetry, and played tennis.