Caught a wee bit of Jerry Lee Lewis' appearance at a car auction tv show on the weekend. His '59 FLH, given to him by the factory and rode, soberly I am sure, a good many miles was going under the gavel.
Sang "Great Balls of Fire" in a white trash jacket. Voice sounded like it was coming from a distant, well heated corner of the afterlife. Can still play the piano like a fucking champ. Made me feel happy to see and hear him what with all the other much younger rock 'n' rollers dropping dead on a near daily basis.