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Weird...there were articles on Wednesday saying he was not dead and that the obituaries were false. Then he dies anyway two days later.
Ha! Right? I thought the same. Life fully lived for sure.I was amazed, with his lifestyle, drinking, and medical problems, that he made it this far.
I was amazed, with his lifestyle, drinking, and medical problems, that he made it this far.
I heard the Girl Scouts will be selling a new cookie dedicated to him, though they'll only sell it to their close relatives.
And, it will be the first Girl Scout cookie to be sold as uncooked cookie dough. Stay Classy, J.L.L.!
He was, of course, possessed.
It's helpful to remember that he, Mickey Gilley, and Jimmy Swaggart were all first cousins who grew up around each other in Louisiana, where they were, as many poor people were, raised in fire and brimstone Pentecostal churches. Jimmy stayed with it, Mickey was closer to normal than the other two, and Jerry was just ate up with it. His answer to that Southern guilt was to absolutely do anything he could to burn it down and laugh his way into Hell.
All three had amazing talents and listen to all three and you hear the common background. He was no doubt a piano pounder, especially in those earliest days where PA was mostly whatever was built into a theatre's ceiling.
Like Little Richard, he would come back and have his flirtations with religion, try and straighten up, but the gravity was too strong and could not be contained, often to his own detriment. Real often.
I much preferred an older and a little slower Jerry Lee, and he cut a lot of great country sides, including an all-time favorite of mine, 'Another Place, Another Time':
Listen to Mickey Gilley's career record, 'Room Full of Roses', and you can easily hear they drank from the same well: They often lead with a heavy left hand, and then the big flourishes, and those crazy zip!! slides.
He was a powerful force, and often his own worst enemy, as really driven cats can be. They really, really broke the mold after Jerry Lee.
Legally.
Play the ball not the man, and all that.
Didn't he low-key murder another of his thirty-or-so wives as well?
My all time favorite Jerry Lee tune, used to sing this in a band back in the 80s.