When I learned that Little Richard (pictured above) had passed, I realized that most of the pioneers of Rock&Roll are now gone forever. Sadly we no longer have Bill Haley, Elvis, Buddy Holly, Fats Domino, or Chuck Berry around to entertain us anymore. All that’s left of the originators is Jerry Lee Lewis and all eyes are on him now.
Elvis changed my life the very first time I ever saw him. He was on a big band show that my father was watching called “Stage Show.” Not only did he blow my mind, but I knew right then and there that I had to be a guitar man. Hell, even John Lennon said that without Elvis, there’d be no Beatles.
It all began in Winnipeg,
but we moved around a lot
Melbourne and Sydney
where the first of our many stops.
Two years in Australia
then it’s off to Vancouver
Now it’s back to the prairies
and a town called Swan River
Then it’s back to Winnipeg again
for the birth of my brother
Where we lived in my grandpa’s house
’till my folks bought another.
Hooked up with a friend named Barry
and we played a little ball.
I loved his sister’s strange music
and she was a doll.
Then came that day
when I started to scheme
About making music and pretty women
more than a dream.
I can still remember the day my whole world turned upside down, so I’ll begin there first. My friend Barry and I were practicing at his place for the upcoming little league tryouts. My dad thought this was a complete waste of time because whenever he’d tried to play catch with me, I was so afraid of the ball I just cringed instead of trying to catch it.
Not only did I make the team, but I also made the “Dream Team,” which played the final game of the season downtown of Winnipeg in Goldeye Stadium, where my father saw me play baseball for the very first time.
OK, enough of all that glory stuff, let’s get back to that warm spring day and the moment when I’d discovered what I’d be doing for the rest of my life.
After Barry and I worked up quite a sweat, he suggested that we go inside for some water. Once in there, I couldn’t help but notice the blonde goddess who was standing by the record player swaying her hips to some strange music.
The goddess turned out to be Barry’s seventeen-year-old sister who was listening to was one of the first Rock & Roll records ever made, “Crazy Man Crazy” by Bill Haley and the Comets.
As I stood there watching, I had no idea that women who looked like her, and the music that she was playing would soon dominate my whole world.
I recently found a rare copy of “Crazy Man Crazy,” and whenever I listen to it, I can still see Barry’s sister’s hips swaying back and forth, back and forth, back and …