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I can’t remember the exact date when I first saw Tina Turner.
It must have been in the very early ’70s, and it was at a hotel on the Las Vegas Strip.
I was on my way to try to get tickets for some show that I, as usual, had mixed feeling about … but, hey, I was in Vegas … when I heard something amazing coming from one of the neighboring lounges.
Drawn irresistibly, I walked over. It was the Ike and Tina Turner Revue.
Within seconds, my mouth had dropped open. This was rock and roll cum rhythm and blues the likes of which I had never heard, and I heard a lot in those days. It was what you did. I quickly forgot wherever it was I was supposed to go….