I don't think that anyone would have ever imagined that the great Koko Taylor would essentially serve as the opening act for the increasingly bizarre David Carradine story, but such is death.
Since Jay Bennett (um...hello, two quasi-Chicago music artists in a row), lets face it, things have been slow...strangely slow. Mrs. Taylor's death, from surgery complications, has returned the balance to the force, as it were. That's not to say that nothing has happened, as the often referenced Wikipedia Deaths List attests. It's just that for well over a week, nobody with much American pop appeal passed away.
Until Koko Taylor.
OK, I'll be the first to say that the Blues is not my thing. I just find the sameness tiresome. But, I have to give much love and respect for the Queen of Chicago Blues. I mean, when you can reportedly "make love to a crocodile," that's worth something.
Speaking of crocodiles, Mrs. Taylor's label for many years was Aligator. She was a well-documented tax evader. Then there's this beautifully shot music video for "Wang Dang Doodle." Check out the guy at 1:48 of the video who is doing...well...nothing at all. I really work hard on these entries, folks.
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