domingo, dezembro 30, 2012

Bo Diddley nasceu há 84 anos

Bo Diddley (McComb, Mississippi, 30 de dezembro de 1928 - Archer, Flórida, 2 de junho de 2008), foi um influente cantor, compositor e guitarrista de blues norte-americano. Foi considerado o 27º melhor guitarrista de todos os tempos pela revista norte-americana Rolling Stone.

Batizado de Ellas Otha Bates, ele mais tarde mudaria seu nome para Ellas McDaniel devido à sua mãe adotiva, Gussie McDaniel. Entretanto ele usa o nome artístico Bo Diddley, provavelmente um jargão dos negros do sul dos Estados Unidos que significa "nada por enquanto". Outra fonte diz que este era seu apelido quando de sua carreira como boxer.
Diddley ganhou a primeira guitarra de sua irmã ainda na juventude (na mesma época, frequentava aulas de violino). A sua principal influência para se tornar um artista de blues veio de John Lee Hooker.
Ele é mais conhecido pela "batida Bo Diddley", uma batida meio rumba feita usando-se a clave. Esta batida seria usada por vários outros artistas, incluindo Johnny Otis e sua "Willie and the Hand Jive" e Buddy Holly em "Not Fade Away", assim como canções mais obscuras como "In Love Again", de Gene Vincent e "Callin' All Cows" dos Blues Rockers.
O ritmo é tão importante na música de Bo Diddley que a harmonia é frequentemente reduzida a uma inclusão mínima. As suas canções (por exemplo, "Hey Bo Diddley" e "Who Do You Love?") na maioria não apresentam mudanças de acorde; isto é, elas não foram compostas com claves musicais, e o músico tem de cantar e tocar no mesmo acorde durante todo o tempo.
Vários artistas gravariam suas versões das canções de Diddley através dos anos. Os Animals gravaram "The Story of Bo Diddley", os Yardbirds "I'm a Man" e tanto os Woolies quanto George Thorogood alcançaram sucesso com "Who Do You Love", também a favorita dos The Doors.
Bo Diddley usa uma variedade de outros estilos entretanto, desde o back beat até ao pop, frequentemente com o uso das maracas de Jerome Green. Ele foi também um influente guitarrista, com vários efeitos especiais e outras inovações no tom e no ataque. Ele também tocava violino e violoncelo; este último é o destaque de sua triste instrumental "The Clock Strikes Twelve".
Embora Diddley tenha alcançado sucesso de público, ele raramente direcionava as suas composições para o público adolescente. A exceção mais notável é provavelmente o álbum Bo Diddley's a Surfer, que apresentava a canção "Surfer's Love Call". Apesar de nunca ter subido numa prancha, Bo exerceu uma influência definitiva nos guitarristas de surf rock.
Para além das várias músicas lançadas por ele, Diddley escreveu o pioneiro sucesso pop "Love is Strange" para a dupla Mickey Baker e Sylvia Vanderpool (sob um pseudónimo, para aumentar os seus royalties) e que depois foi regravado por imensos músicos (Buddy Holly, Paul McCartney, Everly Brothers e outros).

Em 17 de maio de 2007, foi anunciada a internação de Didley no Creighton University Medical Center em Omaha, Nebraska, depois de um derrame durante uma apresentação em Council Bluffs, Iowa, em 13 de maio. Ele já apresentava um histórico de hipertensão e diabetes e exames indicaram que o derrame afetou o lado esquerdo de seu cérebro, comprometendo a fala e compreensão.
Em agosto de 2007, Diddley sofreu um incidente cardíaco enquanto se submetia a um check-up médico e foi internado num hospital da Flórida.
Diddley veio a falecer em 2 de junho de 2008, aos 79 anos, em sua casa na Flórida, vítima de insuficiência cardíaca.




Love is strange - Buddy Holly

Love, love is strange
A lot of people, take it for a game
Once you get it, you're in an awful fix
After you've had it, you'll never wanna quit

Many people, don't understand
They think loving, is money in the hand
Your sweet lovin', is better than a kiss
When you leave me, sweet kisses I miss

Love, love is strange
A lot of people, take it for a game
Once you get it, you're in an awful fix
After you've had it, you'll never wanna quit

Many people, don't understand
They think loving, is money in the hand
Your sweet lovin', is better than a kiss
When you leave me, sweet kisses I miss





Hey! Bo Diddley - Bo Diddley

Bo Diddley done had a farm,
On that farm he had some women,
Women here, women there,
Women, women, women everywhere.

But one little girl lived on a hill,
She rustled and tustled like buffalo bill,
One day she decided she'd go for a ride,
With a pistol and a sword by her side.

She rolled right up to my front door,
Knocked an' knocked 'til her fist got sore,
When she turned and walked away,
All I could hear my baby say:

Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley,
Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley.

Saw my baby run across the field,
Slippin' and slidin' like an automobile,
Hollerin', my baby got towed away,
Slipped on from me like a cadillac-8.

Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley,
Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley.




The Animals - The Story of Bo Diddley

Now listen here to the story of Bo Diddley
And the Rock n Roll scene in general
Bo Diddley was born Ellas McDaniel
In a place called McComb, 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 ..ah...that guitar has just got to go"
So he pulled his hat down over his eyes
Headed on 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, 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 your 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
Had 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
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 been doing this number of 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
And 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 Jerone 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 Duch...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 at me and he said,
With half closed eyes and a smile,
He said "Man," took off his glasses,
He said, "Man, that show is the biggest load of rubbish
I ever heard in my life..."
Oh Bo Diddley
Yeah Bo Diddley
Oh Bo Diddley
Yeah Bo Diddley
Yeah Bo Diddley
Yeah Bo Diddley
Oh Biddley
Yeah Bo Diddley

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