RIP, Mr. Jerry Lee Lewis…

From Bad Bob’s Vapors in Memphis, Tennessee to the Lone Star Café in New York City, from dinner theater shows and casinos to theaters and filthy honky tonks, I’m happy to say I saw this cat dozens and dozens of times. Every set was a thrill and there was always just that little edge – and sometimes a big one – where it felt like something crazy or unexpected or dangerous might happen. Sometimes it did. RIP, Killer.

Jerry Lee Lewis and Modern Listener Guide: Jimi Hendrix author Frank Moriarty backstage at New York’s Lone Star Cafe, one lost night in the late 1980s. And yes, that’s Jaco Pastorius in the background. It was a wild night.