A little bit.

“I’m not gonna try to defend, or undo what’s been done. All I could say about whatever’s been done, it’s been done, and it’s water under the bridge. I have no regrets of my life.”

None, dead Ike? NONE? Not even when you spent the first half of your life being a complete bastard, and the second half being an obscure complete bastard in denial? Not even ‘eat the cake, Anna Mae?’ Because if I were Ike Turner, and I’m pretty sure I’m not, I’d regret beating the crap out of Tina Turner back in the day.

“Sure, I’ve slapped Tina… There have been times when I punched her to the ground without thinking. But I never beat her.”

You’ve got to give ol’ Ike credit, though. He gets credit for recording what Wikipedia calls the first rock and roll song, ‘Rocket 88,’ and of course he gets props for giving the world Tina Turner. And some of those early songs were pretty awesome, though not nearly as awesome as the choreography of the Ikettes. The choreographer of the Ikettes holds a special place in heaven for their contributions to mankind, this I am sure of.

So rest in peace, Ike Turner. If peace = getting the everloving crack-cocaine beat out of you for all eternity.

PS - Tina Turner is a goddess among women.