[laughs] so she had to let me go with mama gussie, which was her first cousin. that's why i had the name ellas bates mcdaniel, you know. so now that's cleared up with somebody done read something. my name is not otha. if you read that in a book someplace, i don't know where they got that otha from. but somebody decided, "well, we don't know what his name is, so let's give him one." [laughter] finally, you are allowed to play the guitar in public. and you come up with a sound that has been mimicked, imitated, stolen from you over the years. and yet every article i've read about the bo diddley beat, people try and describe it in print, and they can't. they say, "chink-a-chink a-chink," and they can't possibly explain it. do you have a way to explain the bo diddley beat? yeah. it's mixed with kind of, uh, an african religious chant. that's what i call it. and also, they tried to say, "oh, it's hambone." and a lot of us--i'm 72 now, and a lot of us remember that old thing that kids used to do with paper and their pants leg and beat on it and holler, ♪ hambone, hambo