Not much really to say beyond this: We've just lost another one of the greats. Here's the link.
It's not a bad legacy: to have a beat named after you! And thus to have made more people dance over the last half century than just about anyone.
Here's the part of the obit that got me:
Born as Ellas Bates on Dec. 30, 1928, in McComb, Miss., Diddley was later adopted by his mother's cousin and took on the name Ellis McDaniel, which his wife always called him.
When he was 5, his family moved to Chicago, where he learned the violin at the Ebenezer Baptist Church. He learned guitar at 10 and entertained passers-by on street corners.
By his early teens, Diddley was playing Chicago's Maxwell Street.
''I came out of school and made something out of myself. I am known all over the globe, all over the world. There are guys who have done a lot of things that don't have the same impact that I had,'' he said.
...Maxwell Street. Think of all the great things that came out of the Maxwell Street market in Chicago... all the great blues legends. Now the market is gone, and so is Bo.
But as long as people gather, and as long as some kid is beating on a guitar, Bo's beat will go on, people will dance, and they will smile.
Seems odd to say "rest in peace" to Bo! How about "The Heavenly Band just got a good dose of primal energy." Have a good welcome party up there, Bo!