Ever hear of a famous person dying, and there’s a colossal gusher of love and affection and he-was-always-my-favorite nostalgia in the news and on Facebook and Twitter…
…except you’ve never heard of the guy?
“Detroit has Motown. Memphis has the blues. Nashville has a country twang. The nation’s capital — Washington, D.C. — grooves to a sound called Go-Go. Its Godfather is Chuck Brown.”
OK, so I’m not very tuned in to music. (I still thought “go-go” meant leggy women in thigh-high leather boots.) Still, I find it odd that someone could be SO beloved and famous and yet completely unknown to me, your average Joe Microbrew.
Not to diss Chuck Brown, but I suspect that either a) a lot of people are jumping on the bandwagon after his death, or b) it’s a strictly DC phenomenon and this just points up how much media is based there these days.
Because I can’t be that out of it, right?