The man was something fierce -- the apotheosis of rhythmic authority. (Obviously, the notation above is wholly inadequate.) There is no purer joy than hearing Bo Diddley play rhtyhm guitar. If the authentic Bo Diddley beat doesn't take you places, I don't want to be your friend.
Other places: RJ Eskow in HuffPo.
That last tune ends with a derangement of the senses worthy of Rimbaud: "The night was black and the sky was blue/around the alley an ice wagon flew/... somebody screamed. Everybody here oughtta heard what I seen."
"I wrote a concerto that I wrote on the guitar," Diddley said. "It's called 'Bo's Concerto.'"