My Dad had Chuck Berry's greatest hits record.
He used to put in on every now and again and as little kids we laughed a lot at "My Ding A Ling."
But that wasn't my favorite.
I liked Johnny B. Goode.
It was just an exciting song.
It caught you; shook you; and hammered your senses.
I still have it on my I-pod along with two or three others.
He could play a guitar just like ringing a bell.
My Dad liked him better than Elvis.
So, I kinda' always had a soft spot in my heart for Chuck Berry. The Rolling Stones, my favorite band as a teen, played a whole bunch of Chuck's tunes.
There are a whole bunch of stories out there about Chuck being a rough guy to deal with. His personal life was rough.
Some of the guys who idolized him, talked of meeting him, and coming away less than thrilled with the interaction.
I thought of that immediately after hearing of his death, but I kept going back to my Dad, singing the song.
And laughing at 'My Ding-a-Ling."
He lived a good, long life.
Twitter was alive with tributes.
Bruce sent out a few nice words, so did Mick Jagger, Keith Richards and Ronny Wood.
Elvis was the King, but Chuck Berry was the Big Daddy of them All.
His influence will last a good long time.
Even if he was a bit off-putting now and again.
...Go Johnny Go.
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