Curations from the Human Jungle
[I saw Bo Diddley (Live) at a small club in Providence circa 1968bom-bom-ba-bom-bom-bom, bom-bom-ba-bom-bom-bom,. He came out, plugged in, and went into his beat. And there he stayed there for about forty-five minutes. People went into a communal frenzy. They shivered, they shook. One song ended ... a pause long enough for one deep breath,... Continue Reading →
[There is nothing in this world quite so primal, basic, and infectious as bump-bump-bump-BA-bump. Do yourself a favor and put this video on as your sound track as you read the following from Culture Sonar. SB SM] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQPqbUaNH_U “The Bo Diddley Beat.” Oh, you’ve heard it many, many times. Beyond Bo’s introduction of the style,... Continue Reading →