Rob wrote: ↑Wed Oct 13, 2021 9:55 am
764 Bo Diddley - Bo Diddley 1955
Which Bo Diddley is the song, which Bo Diddley is the artist?
Everywhere the artist is placed first, but can we be sure this is the case with Bo Diddley?
If the song is mentioned first and the artist second, is Bo Diddley the starting point of the unravelling of all reason?
Is Bo Diddley an existential crisis?
Is Bo Diddley in the song referring to himself?
Or is the song itself referring to itself?
Did Bo Diddley ever exist as a man or only as a song or both?
Is Bo Diddley an identity crisis?
When the singer asks in the lyrics "Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley have you heard?" does he ask if he has heard the song Bo Diddley?
Or if the song has heard the man Bo Diddley?
The next sentence is "My pretty baby think she was a bird", which Bo Diddley must have heard about if he asks the question but then why does he ask if he heard?
Is it a rhetorical question?
Is Bo Diddley an endless echo back and forth to itself? Neither man nor song? An echo send into the world for us to hear but not respond to, as we are not part of this conversation? What is the point of all this? Is it all endless narcissism, without a way for us to enter, or is Bo Diddley all of us and did I just never notice, as perhaps the only person. Am I Bo Diddley? Am I the singer? Am I the song? Am I the one who we ask if I heard that my pretty baby thinks she's a bird? Did I catch a nanny goat to make my lady a Sunday coat? A bear cat to make my baby a Sunday hat? Why does a bird need Sunday Clothes?
Hey! Bo Diddley!
Bo Diddley is dead now and can't answer my questions. The song still lives and thrives, but answers even less. And all I'm left with is knowing diddley-squad. Best to remove this piece of philosophy from the list.