R.I.P., Bo Diddley

Since it's fitting to personalize eulogies, here's mine.
I saw Bo Diddley twice. Once at the University of Chicago in 1996. He had been having back problems, and had to play most of the show sitting down. Yet, he still managed to hurl great slabs of sound at us. There he was, a giant of a man, and a creator of Rock and Roll. And I, all of 20 years old, was three feet from him.
Near the end of the show, I hadn't heard the one song I wanted. So I yelled to him, "Who Do You Love, Bo? Who Do You Love." He looked at me, shook his finger at me, and said, "Allright. For you." And ripped into the loudest thing I had ever heard.

He was awesome, and his influence will live on. Thank you, Ellas.