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He has also worked extensively as a studio musician, notably with singer David Bowie on the albums "Heroes" and Scary Monsters, and contributed sounds to the Windows Longhorn operating system. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.īoth comments and pings are currently closed.Robert Fripp (born ) is an English guitarist, composer and record producer.Īs a guitarist for the progressive rock band King Crimson, Fripp has been the only member to have played in all of King Crimson's line-ups from the late 1960s to the early 2000s. On Monday, June 2nd, 2008 at 9:40 pm and is filed under Rudy's Blog. Quotes from Rudy Rucker, The Secret of Life They stood there for a few minutes, leaning on a railing, Conrad staring upward, mouth open, staring up at the spot high overhead, in search of the Secret, the Answer to a Question unnamed, the Question whose annihilation is, in some measure, the Answer, for a time at least, though, no matter what, the Question always returns, making a mockery of yesterday’s Answer, but just here and now, at the Kentucky State Fairgrounds, July 5, 1963, Conrad has it, Conrad knows. Jesus! The sixties have begun! Why should we be all white at college and learn stuff to be faceless Joe bureaucrat with kids like us? I want this summer to last forever!” Hank trumpeted briefly with his lips. “Bo Diddley is right here, and all these crazy blacks are having a good time. For some reason, Conrad was feeling a little desperate. They went halfway up the dark bleachers behind the stage and passed the bottle around. And then the moment was over, as usual, every moment over, over and over again. During the moment he touched Diddley, everything seemed to make sense. It was incredible, to be touching the actual meat-body, the actual living person that made the music Conrad loved so well. “Are you Bo Diddley?” blurted Conrad, pushing his way forward. He was shorter than he looked on the stage, and uglier. Incredibly, Bo Diddley was right there, standing around talking to some black women. Bo Diddley, the man, right there, in the flesh, black as they come, sweating and screaming-for a few minutes, Conrad forgot himself entirely.īo Diddley was the last act before intermission, and Conrad hurried down behind the stage to get a closer look at his hero. Now the band was blasting an old tune called ’Deed and ’Deed and ’Deed I Do, with the incredible Diddley sex-beat, and over it, the soaring alienation of Bo’s strange, homemade guitar. “I heard every time he turn off the light, he eat a little piece!” Diddley struck up a steady chicken-scratch on his git-box and began trading insults with his drummer. Suddenly, finally, Bo Diddley and his band were out on the stage, red sequined tuxes and all. As I watched myself, I realized that someday I’d be cool.”
I was alone at home, and I put on Crackin’ Up real loud, and I went and stood in front of my parents’ full-length mirror and danced a little, singing along, you know. “I remember listening to it one day it was the day that I really got the idea of rock and roll. “I first got that record when I was fourteen,” said Conrad. Conrad’s family was moving at the end of the summer. He and his family were due to be transferred out to California in only one month. “I should play that for my parents.” Dee’s father was a career engineer for GE. “What’s buggin’ you?” said Dee repeating the line from the song. He sang it loud, with just the right number of dit-duh-duh-dit-duuh-dit-dit-dits, his voice rising to a hoarse shout on the last line “You crackin’ up.” It goes like this.”Ĭonrad proceeded to sing the first few lines of the song, capturing the sense, if not the exact sound of Bo Diddley. “Well, my favorite song of his is called Crackin’ Up. She wore a thin white cardigan, and a print dress with a Villager collar. “That many! Tell me about the deeper meanings of Bo Diddley, Conrad.” Dee looked pretty good tonight. You know I have four Bo Diddley albums at home, Dee?” You Can’t Judge a Book by Lookin’ at Its Cover. “You do know who Bo Diddley is, don’t you, Dee?” They were on their way to a holiday-weekend rock and roll show at the Kentucky State Fairgrounds. I wrote a scene in my autobiographical UFO novel, The Secret of Life about seeing him at that show in Louisville, 1963.
I saw him in Louisville in 1963 with Niles at the Kentucky State Fairgrounds in a rock show, and with Sylvia in San Francisco in 1989 at a club, in San Jose in 1994 at a club with Ronnie Wood, 1998 San Jose Blues festival) and in 2000 in a club, and in Saratoga with my daughter around 2005. Matthew, Kentucky in the very early 1960s.
His were the first record albums I ever bought, back in St.
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