'I see little connection between five Black cats playing 3 chord songs featuring brass instruments back in 1923, and the White guy in a Las Vegas lounge in the 1970s playing slick electric guitar using chord progressions so advanced that Stavinsky would have to think hard about them.'

there used to be black cat ciggies when i were a lad. with cork tips.

I don't see the connection perhaps its just a fortuitous twist of language. Like the one that had all them serious folksingers empty the folk clubs which were chugging along with Julie felix/Bob Dylan types. Real folk music, they said.....

and quorn sausages - not much to do with real sausages. Lincolnshire chipolatas.

Its language itself that plays false with us. Reality is mislabeled.