8.19.09: Rock ‘N Roll, Rock Critics, Diddly Bo

Lady Bo, Queen of Rock Guitar

Lady Bo, Queen of Rock Guitar

Yes, it’s true that my first novel was titled Rock Critic Murders, but I don’t and never have hated rock critics. Oddly enough, even when it seemed that most of the music press in Austin was expressing their disapproval of my band in the late seventies/early eighties (which would be The Skunks), I didn’t hate any of them. In fact, that was the time I began hanging out with them more often, one reason being that two of the best and brightest in Austin at the time, Ed Ward and Louis Black, were fans of my crime writing, which was then in its early, formative period. Ed Ward is now in France, writing about music, food, art and whatever else strikes his huge imagination. Louis is still at the Austin Chronicle, where he’s the editor but he also pursues other interests, including of course, film and SXSW.
My friend Mike Hoinski recently blogged about the upcoming film, It Might Get Loud, which gets up close to three of the world’s leading guitar heroes, Jack Black of White Stripes (also Raconteurs and The Dead Weather), Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin (as if you didn’t know) and The Edge of U2 (better known as the guy with the hat and all the echo on his guitar standing next to Bono). I’m looking forward to seeing that. One scene in the trailer I caught shows Jack throwing together a primitive guitar, of the type that used to be called the “diddly-bo“, which dates back to Africa and, as you may have guessed, was one of the chief inspirations for the stage name of one Ellas McDaniel, better known as Bo Diddley (and I bet you thought it was about screwing; well, it’s that, too, but…). When you watch this clip, check out the hot guitarist Lady Bo, tuff and sexy and way ahead of her time. Watching this statuesque babe on this clip makes me really wish I’d been there, up front, when this band was at its peak. Mercy! And while sadly, Bo Diddley has passed on, Lady Bo is still alive, kicking and rocking. For a little more info on the diddly bo and other homemade instruments, check this out.
Rock critics never die these days, their blog just stops getting new posts. There were times when the critics hated Zeppelin, too, but the band’s appeal seems to have outlived all of that. The funny thing these days is that no band, no matter how minor or fluffy or silly, seems to ever go away these days. Have you checked myspace.com lately (as if anyone ever does) to see what Flock of Seagulls is up to lately? Go ahead, I dare you, you people who are strong of stomach. Last night, we watched Pat Benatar going through the motions, but only because they happened to be sandwiched between the Donnas and Blondie. Blondie was transcendant. Unfortunately, we missed the Donnas. Oh yeah, The Skunks are still around, too.

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