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ike turner
Born in United States
76 years
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Bob Ancheta
A wonderful Interview I did in 2002 with Ike.
Kevin Kess
     I had the great opportunity to meet Mr. Ike Turner at BWI Airport in Maryland about six years or so ago. I was working (Law Enforcement Officer) patrolling the lower level of the airport when I saw him and his entourage standing on the curb waiting for their limo. He was in town enroute to a gig in D.C. When I realized who he was, I walked over to say hello and greet him. As I reached out to shake his hand, he pulled me close and gave me a friendly hug, as if I had known him for years. It made me feel great that he would treat me like this. He gave me an autograph promo picture and wrote, "Keep going strong", a reference to what he said he had observed watching me working with the traffic. Ike chatted with me for few moments and I felt more like an old friend than a person that he had just met. That picture has hung on my living room wall ever since. So, I say to the family as Ike told me, "Keep going strong and build and preserve his contribution to the world of music. God Bless you, Ike Turner, you are appreciated.
Scorp
I first met Ike at Bolic Sound in about 1977 or 1978 when I dropped in with one of his former band members, Leon Blue. Ike immediately christened me Scorp because we shared the same birthsign.  It was to be the first of many subsequent visits and phone calls.
 
The studio was its own universe then—it was possible to get lost there for days, not knowing whether it was day or night nor how many days or nights had passed.  Assorted visitors and Ike’s sons, Ike Jr., Michael, and Ronnie would wander in and out.   It was always a surprise there, depending on what was going on, who was there, and how much energy was left.
 
The jams were endless. Ike often encouraged complete unknowns to show off their musical stuff. And then, there would be times I would arrive and hear familiar voices and rhythms emanating from the studio and would enter to find the Gap Band or Stevie Wonder jamming with Ike. 
 
It was clear that this was a turbulent but necessary period for Ike—deconstructing, reflecting upon, and then reconstructing his life. Quite an odyssey, and one in which he clearly indicated, more than once, that he had done wrong and lost his way.
 
As is well known, musically, he was a talented forerunner, inventive and adventurous—a genius, really. 
 
Upfront and personal, Ike was really something too. He was most definitely real. He was—to borrow a phrase from Jill Scott—“beautifully human”: the good, the bad, the ugly, and the contradictory shades of grey. And it was all in technicolour. As a person, he was definitely a character, quirky, devilishly funny, with a great flair for fun and fashion.  He was also one of the shyest, most modest people I’ve ever met. 
 
A few years ago, I saw Ike perform at the Reverb in Toronto, Canada—so good to see him out there in centrestage.  The show just rocked. It was just so good to witness all that talent and enthusiasm on stage that was Ike doing what he loved to do. There, too in the band, it was good to see Blaine, whose journey with Ike had lasted a million years. In their audience, it was also awesome to see fans of all ages and descriptions.  When I heard that Ike had won that recent Grammy, I teared up in joy for him. I can only imagine what that meant to him in that part of his journey. His music will continue his legacy in my world.
 
I was truly sorry to hear that Ike has left the planet. Still, I can just see him in my mind’s eye, poking his head around the door and grinning, “I’ll be right black.”
 
Condolences to all those who consider themselves Ike’s family, in blood and/ or in spirit.
Peace be with you all.
Scorp
I first met Ike at Bolic Sound in about 1977 or 1978 when I dropped in with one of his former band members, Leon Blue. Ike immediately christened me Scorp because we shared the same birthsign.  It was to be the first of many subsequent visits and phone calls.
 
The studio was its own universe then—it was possible to get lost there for days, not knowing whether it was day or night nor how many days or nights had passed.  Assorted visitors and Ike’s sons, Ike Jr., Michael, and Ronnie would wander in and out.   It was always a surprise there, depending on what was going on, who was there, and how much energy was left.
 
The jams were endless. Ike often encouraged complete unknowns to show off their musical stuff. And then, there would be times I would arrive and hear familiar voices and rhythms emanating from the studio and would enter to find the Gap Band or Stevie Wonder jamming with Ike. 
 
It was clear that this was a turbulent but necessary period for Ike—deconstructing, reflecting upon, and then reconstructing his life. Quite an odyssey, and one in which he clearly indicated, more than once, that he had done wrong and lost his way.
 
As is well known, musically, he was a talented forerunner, inventive and adventurous—a genius, really. 
 
Upfront and personal, Ike was really something too. He was most definitely real. He was—to borrow a phrase from Jill Scott—“beautifully human”: the good, the bad, the ugly, and the contradictory shades of grey. And it was all in technicolour. As a person, he was definitely a character, quirky, devilishly funny, with a great flair for fun and fashion.  He was also one of the shyest, most modest people I’ve ever met. 
 
A few years ago, I saw Ike perform at the Reverb in Toronto, Canada—so good to see him out there in centrestage.  The show just rocked. It was just so good to witness all that talent and enthusiasm on stage that was Ike doing what he loved to do. There, too in the band, it was good to see Blaine, whose journey with Ike had lasted a million years. In their audience, it was also awesome to see fans of all ages and descriptions.  When I heard that Ike had won that recent Grammy, I teared up in joy for him. I can only imagine what that meant to him in that part of his journey. His music will continue his legacy in my world.
 
I was truly sorry to hear that Ike has left the planet. I can just see him in my mind’s eye, poking his head around the door and grinning, “I’ll be right black.”
 
Condolences to all those who consider themselves Ike’s family, in blood and/ or in spirit.
Peace be with you all.
Ricci Ballmer

Thank god

 

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