I never liked his hair. Just saying. But, wow, can he rock! They don’t call him The Killer, for nothing. The Fireball from Ferriday came out banging on his piano, standing and pounding the keys, standing on top of it, whatever it took.
High School Confidential
Goodness gracious! Great balls of fire! You broke my will, but what a thrill. You leave me breathless-ah. Everybodys hoppin’, everybody’s boppin’, you’re much too much, I can’t love you enough. Whole lotta’ shakin’ going on. And, what made Milwaukee famous has made a big fool out of me.
His parents mortgaged the farm to buy him a piano. With Elvis, Carl Perkins, and Johnny Cash, he helped put Sun Records on the map. He was playing the Devil’s music, according to his parents and his cousin, Jimmy Swaggert. He thought so, too, but it didn’t seem to bother him.
After some developments a lot of people didn’t like, his rock and roll career took a dive, but he resurrected himself by going back to his roots and became a country music star.
Another Place, Another Time
He is a wildman and leads a wild life. He’s been married seven times. The first was when he was 14, to an older woman. Alcohol, pills, women, a couple of guns, ulcers, troubles with the IRS, late nights, and, as we say now, anger-management issues have taken their toll, but he is out there still, touring, recording, and just being Jerry Lee.
Things are never simple and important messengers aren’t always angels. But that music! It rocks. He plays like crazy. He’s a solid sender, a character. An independent outlaw, a primal force, an unrepentant bad boy, and a snake, charming us all. All that stuff is part of the rock and roll spirit, though a little goes a long ways. It’s true for all kinds of artists – they may produce great work, but I don’t want them living upstairs. Selective ignorance may itself be an art.
But this is putting too much thinking on it. I’d rather get up and dance! Shake, baby, shake!