"Lewis sat before his piano and — amid that boogie-woogie foundation — banged out maelstroms of intricate runs and cascading and sometimes dissonant chordage. It was a trip down a treacherous musical mountain road with no guardrails. Over this racket he keened, howled, and caterwauled in a way that gave fairly innocuous lyrics — what’s the big deal about 'shakin’,' after all? — a lusty, unmistakable carnality that left very little to the imagination."
Jerry Lee Lewis Was an SOB Right to the End
The talented hell-raiser of early rock and roll died at 87.
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