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Will Travel , Surfin’ With Bo Diddley , and Bo Diddley’s Beach Party .
    â€œHey, how come all the people at Bo Diddley’s Beach Party are white?” Clovis joked.
    â€œBecause white kids are the only ones who can afford him,” Bobby replied with a smile.
    Clovis put the record on the record player and with the first song, Bo Diddley leaped from the speakers. The song rocketed past them like a musical missile in the most frantic two minutes and thirty seconds Bobby had heard in a long time. Fueled by the frenzied maracas of Jerome Green, Bo Diddley’s music was jet-propelled. It traveled at supersonic speed. Bobby and Clovis could both appreciate the effect it had on the Stones.
    Clovis pointed to the album cover for Have Guitar, Will Travel . It featured Bo on a red-and-white 1957 Vespa Cushman Eagle motor scooter with his unique rectangular Gretsch guitar hanging off his shoulder.
    â€œDo you know what this means?” he asked.
    â€œHave guitar, will travel?”
    â€œYeah, there was an American TV show, a western, starring Rickard Boone as a gunfighter for hire named Paladin and his card said ‘Have gun, will travel.’ See?”
    Brian examined the cover.
    â€œOh, I get it! So it’s a take-off on the TV show? Bloody brilliant!”
    Brian vacillated between being a blues snob and a giggly kid who just loved the music. Clovis pointed out to Brian that it was the vibrato on Bo Diddley’s Fender Super Reverb guitar amp that pushed the music along as much as the maracas. Brian pointed out Bo’s finesse with the flat pick had a lot to do about it, too.
    The three men talked, shouted, and argued about Chicago blues. They stayed in their private world for more than an hour, ignoring the rest of the party until dinner was served.
    â€œWe’re having beef with Yorkshire pudding,” Brian announced. “I hope no one’s a vegetarian.”
    There were a few laughs around the room. It turned out that Claudine actually was a vegetarian, but rarely ate. She decided to skip dinner entirely and disappeared into one of the upstairs rooms. What was she doing up there? Bobby wondered .
    The food smelled wonderful. They all ate the beef without delay. Conversation was temporally replaced by the satisfied sounds of eating.
    During dinner, there came a knock on the door. Brian got up to answer. He returned a minute later with Marianne Faithfull, the beautiful pop singer and Mick Jagger’s girlfriend.
    She was apologizing profusely as she entered the room.
    â€œMick says he’s terribly sorry, but he and Keith got a last-minute song idea, and they told me to tell you that they’re busy working on the next big hit.”
    Brian frowned. “They told you to tell me that? Those bastards! It’s not enough that they stole the band away from me, now they have to control the songwriting and publishing, too! Rub it in, boys, rub it in. The next Stones hit? Fuck them.”
    â€œWell now, perhaps we shouldn’t judge them too harshly. They said they might be along later. You know how they are.”
    Brian snorted. “Yeah, I know how they are. John’s not here, either.”
    His voice took on an ugly edge.
    â€œRight. So why are you here?”
    Marianne smiled and lit up the room. She waved her hands around like a dancer.
    â€œBrian, you invited me. I’ve been looking forward to it. Just because those two are rude is no reason for me to miss out on one of your fabulous dinner parties. That is, if I’m still invited.”
    Brian softened a little.
    â€œThat’s nice of you, Marianne. I appreciate it. But Mick and Keith can go fuck themselves as far as I’m concerned.”
    â€œI know you planned this evening as a way to bring the boys together, and I admire you for it. Mick can be a bit of an asshole at times. The way they treat you is deplorable.”
    Bobby watched as Brian’s mood swung back and forth. The more he