Checkerboard Strangler....What's up with that handle? Congrats on whatever that was.
You really wanna know?
Two reasons:
1. When I used to live in Minneapolis I was a keyboard player for a moderately successful regional rock and blues band and we used to love going to Southside Chicago and playing in a dive called the Checkerboard Lounge.
This was back in the 1970's so I don't even know if it exists anymore but it had been around since 1972 and it was a blues lover's dream. Buddy Guy used to be one of the owners. We even got to jam with him a couple of times, what an exhilarating couple of nights that was!
Oh wow, I see it just closed in 2015, how truly sad!
Legendary Checkerboard Lounge Closed After Owner's Death
2. Living and working in Dallas, I was just getting back to doing film/video part time, so I was doing IT work at Lockheed Martin in Fort Worth as my "straight gig". Security was ultra tight as it was post-9/11, and the guards were all strapped with AR-15, and checking all vehicles and ID every morning, even running mirrors under the cars as they came in.
First morning I came there, it was something like 21 degrees. Got held up by security, they didn't like my Arkansas license, spent extra time scrutinizing me and my POS minivan.
"Look at this guy's license picture. Hey buddy, you look like some kinda terrorist or a mass murderer.
What do they call ya, Checkerboard Strangler?"
It stuck.
And I guess I embraced it.