R.I.P. Ike Turner
(this was a comment i left over to Bad Tux, the Snarky Penguin's)
about five years ago, i turned a young drummer friend over to ike. the kid had monsterous chops but he needed to learn the business. he needed to learn to be a professional. ike fucking schooled him. i never worked for, or with ike. i only knew him after he sobered up. thing was, if in the last ten or so years, if you worked for ike, you fucking worked. and you got paid. ike flat handled shit. club owners and producers didn't even think about stiffing ike. ike. would. cut. them. if you worked for ike you got paid what you were told you would be paid. and you worked.
other folks had to get day gigs to get by. not if you worked for ike.
ike knew how to put on a show. every tune, every note, every move was studied and chosen for effect. ike was a showman, a dying breed.
he is missed.
Goodbye Ike. I bet it won't be very long at all before you school a proper Doo-Wop line with those angels. God, Jesus, please take Ike, and try not to piss him off.