Ike Turner passed away yesterday. I put on this album. It's a great album but it never fails to be just music, knowing what we do about their marriage.
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Christmas shopping began yesterday. I've been without a check card for a week now since The Sunshine Lady lost it. Waiting on the replacement bites. I don't like to carry cash around as I was mugged once. True story.
So I opened up a new bank account at a bank I can actually get to, and bought one of those Visa gift cards. It's a passable solution.
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Yesterday: 78 degrees. Blue sky. Lunch on the patio at Miller's.
Sipping tea, a tall, burly middle-aged man comes over to introduce himself. Tells me his oldest son, his boy, is T3-5. Meaning, his son broke the 3rd through 5th vertebrae. I'm C3-4. So we chatted our traumas up. His son flipped a convertible, rolled it. "We washed red clay from his skull," he said. He was obviously getting broken up, talking about it. He punched me softly a few times in the shoulder. "He tells me, 'Dad, I'm fine.'"
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I met them in the early summer of 1967. She was stunning. I remember she had on a floral sun dress. She was very sweet to me and my friends.
He was a total jerk - very rude, and talked to her like she was a dog, even in front of my father and his troops.
None of my dad's men (or my dad, for that matter) batted an eye. Even if he'd back-handed her, they wouldn't have said a word. In those days, a man's man controlled his wife, even if it meant knocking a few teeth out. And Ike was a man's man.
I did a show for James Brown several years ago...he and Ike could have been buddies. Both jerks. His GF was pregnant and he treated her like CRAP.
I'm not computer savvy, so I've had to copy and paste the entire url link, but I thought you might enjoy this article on the "death star galaxy."
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