I’m thinking about Johnnie Ray tonight. You can’t help but love the man - a man who had teenagers screaming at his feet before rock’n’roll was ever heard of. The man had no foundation to base his act on, he was just a wild, half-deaf, bi-sexual man who destroyed pianos and cried on stage and drove the kids wild. Then he went and died in drunken obscurity, overshadowed by the sensation of Elvis and the genius of Chuck Berry. If there was a god, or justice in the world, we’d all have a statue of him in our homes to worship every day. As there isn’t, well, I hope he had a hell of a time while he was on top.
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