The Death of Bo

Sin palabras. En colores. 30 de diciembre de 1928 – 2 de junio de 2008. Descansa en paz maestrou.

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  1. Quim dijo:

    Ahora mismo estoy oyendo el “Happy Trails” (1969) de Quicksilver Messenger Service. Cogen “Who Do You Love” y lo convierten en una suite de unos 25 minutos. Y luego se marcan también “Mona”

    Te lo voy a grabar. Y como complemento “Who Do You Love” en versión de Jesus & Mary Chain así como su homenaje “Bo Diddley is Jesus”

  2. Quim dijo:

    Claro que para homenaje de verdad nada como “The Story Of Bo Diddley ” de los Animals :

    The Story Of Bo Diddley lyrics

    Now lets hear the story of Bo Diddley and the Rock n Roll scene in general
    Bo Diddley was born Elias McDaniels in a place called McCoom,
    Missississipi about 1926
    He moved to Chicago about 1938
    Where his name was eventually changed to Bo Diddley

    He practiced the guitar everyday and sometimes into the night
    Till his papa’s hair began to turn white
    His Pa said “Son, listen hear, I know
    You can stay but that guitar has just gotta go”
    So he pulled his hat down over his eyes
    Headed out for them Western Skies
    I think Bob Dylan said that
    He hit New York City

    He began to play at the Apollo in Harlem
    Good scene there everybody raving
    One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights
    Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar said, “C’mere son, I’m gonna make you a star”
    Bo Diddley said, “Uh..whats in it for me?”
    Man said, “Shut your mouth son , play the guitar and you just wait and see”

    Well, that boy made it, he made it real big
    And so did the rest of the rock n roll scene along with him
    And a white guy named Johnny Otis took Bo Diddleys rhythm
    He changed it into hand-jive and it went like this
    In a little old country town one day
    A little old country band began to play
    Add two guitars and a beat up saxophone
    When the drummer said, boy, those cats begin to roam
    Oh baby oh we oh oh
    Ooh la la that rock and roll
    Ya hear me oh we oh oh
    Ooh la la that rock and roll

    Then in the U.S. music scene there was big changes made
    Due to circumstances beyond our control such as payola
    The rock n roll scene died after two years of solid rock and you got discs like, ah…
    Take good care of my baby
    Please don’t ever make her blue and so forth

    About, ah, one year later in a place called Liverpool in England
    Four young lads with mop haircuts began to sing stuff like, ah…
    It’s been a hard days night and I;ve been working like a dog and so on
    In a place called Richmond in Surrey, whay down in the deep south
    They got guys with long hair down their back singing
    I wanna be your lover baby I wanna be your man yeah and all that jazz

    Now we’ve doing this number, Bo Diddley, for quite some time now
    Bo Diddley visited this country last year
    We were playing at the Club A Gogo in Newcastle, our home town
    The doors opened one night and to our surprise walked in the man himself, Bo Diddley
    Along with him was Jerome Green, his maraca man, and the Duchess, his gorgeous sister

    And a we were doing this number
    Along with them came the Rolling Stones, the Mersey Beats,
    They’re all standing around diggin’ it
    And I overheard Bo Diddley talkin’
    He turned around to Jermone Green
    And he said, “Hey, Jerome? What do you think these guys doin’ our..our material?”
    Jerome said, “Uh, where’s the bar, man? Please show me to the bar…”
    He turned around the Duchess
    And he said, “Hey Duchess…what do you think of these young guys doin’ our material?”
    She said, “I don’t know. I only came across here to see the changin’ of the guards and all that jazz.”

    Well, Bo Diddley looked up and said to me, with half closed eyes and a smile,
    He said “Man,” took off his glasses,
    He said, “Man, that sure is the biggest load of rubbish I ever heard in my life…”

    Hey Bo Diddley
    Oh Bo Diddley
    Yeah Bo Diddley
    Oh Bo Diddley
    Yeah Bo Diddley

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