Ike Turner died yesterday and I suspect quite a number of folks are ok with that, not the least of whom is prolly the woman known as "Tina". But I gotta say that I truly believe in divorcing the musician from the man when one considers,as a fan, the loss of any such figure.
Ike was among the first original baddasses in modern soul/rock music. Shit, he played a Tele long before Keef ever considered doing so. He created an idea for an act that The Stones totally adopted, folks. Go see a clip of what the Stones look and acted like in 1965 and compare it to footage of The Stones in "Gimme Shelter", taken from their '69 Tour. Notice the difference? Do you really think it's coincidental that their opening act on that tour was The Ike and Tina Turner Review?
I'm sure that, in his hard core drug addicted years, Ike was an S.O.B and that "Tina" was lucky to escape with her life, most of her teeth and a few of her hair weaves. Still, that mother knew how to rock and folks like him are dyin off one by one at a brisk pace with nary anyone coming up behiind them to take their place. So,today, I say a prayer and have a drink for Ike...and Rock and Roll..and us. 'Aint no doubt that Rock and Roll is on it's way to the same fate. So while we're still on our feet and the concept of true Rock and Roll is still carried on in the memories of at least a few of us of folks like Ike or David Enlowe,let's order one more round and offer up this last prayer to, as Huey Lewis once croaked, the heart of Rock and Roll: fuck 'em!
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