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Somewhere in the world, in a mean little honky-tonk or big music hall or church basement rec room, someone is playing a Jerry Lee Lewis song. Wherever there is a piano, someone is shouting…
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane…
“But they won’t play it like the Killer,” Lewis liked to say, as if he needed to make sure the whole world was hearing him right, hearing the pounding genius of it, in songs like “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On,” “Breathless” and “Great Balls of Fire.”
“’Cause,” he liked to say, “ain’t but one of me.”
You broke my will
But what a thrill…
Lewis, perhaps the last true, great icon of the birth of rock ‘n’ roll, whose marriage of blues, gospel, country, honky-tonk and raw, pounding stage performances so threatened a young Elvis Presley that it made him cry, has died.
He was there at the beginning, with Elvis, Johnny Cash, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Carl Perkins, Fats Domino, Buddy Holly, and the rest, and watched them fade away one by one till it was him alone to bear witness, and sing of the birth of rock ‘n’ roll.
“Who would have thought,” he said, near the end of his days, “it would be me?”
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!
He suffered through the last years of his life from various illnesses and injuries that, his physicians have often said, should have taken him decades ago; he had abused his body so thoroughly as a young man he was given little chance of lasting through middle age, let alone old age.
“He is ready to leave,” his wife Judith said, just before his death.
Lewis, who performed everything from “Over the Rainbow” to Al Jolson, who played the Opry and the Apollo and even Shakespeare, was 87 years old.
Some music historians have wondered if Lewis, regarded by his fans and many music historians as rock’s first, great wild man, might be indestructible; his obituary has been written, re-written, then shelved, gathering dust for a day that seemed inevitable, but seemed to never come. He defied death in his old age just as he shrugged off the hard-driving, self-destructive lifestyle of his younger years, to play his music to a worldwide audience across seven decades, decorate the walls of his home with Grammys and gold records, and spawn a million outrageous stories — most of them true.
Once, when asked by a biographer: “Is it true that…”
“Yeah,” interrupted Lewis, without waiting to hear the particulars, “it probably was.”
His beginnings sounded like myth. His father, Elmo, and mother, Mamie, mortgaged their farm to buy him a piano, after he climbed onto a piano bench and, without ever having touched a keyboard before, began to play. His nickname, Killer, had nothing to do with his playing, but came from a schoolroom fight in Ferriday when he tried to choke a grown man with his own necktie; still, it fit the man, the musician to come, but there was more to him than a barroom piano pounder who sometimes kept a pistol in his pants.
Musicians and music journalists called him a true virtuoso, whose music was so rich and complex that some of them swore there were two pianos on stage instead of one. He played honky-tonk and blues across the same keyboard in the same instant, could play melody with both hands. He sang rockabilly before he knew it had a name, sang blues, gospel and country in the same set and sometimes the same breath, to become No. 24 on Rolling Stone’s 100 Greatest Artists of All Time. Sam Phillips, who launched the careers of Elvis and Lewis at Sun Records in Memphis, called Lewis the most talented person he had ever seen. A talent that made him one of the very few to be inducted into both the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s first class in 1986 and, most recently this past week, at long last, into the Country Music Hall of Fame.
As Lewis stacked hits on the charts in ’57 and Elvis received his draft notice, the reigning king of rock ‘n’ roll drove to Sun Records in tears, to tell Lewis: “You can have it.”
But if Jerry Lee’s life was a comet that streaked across the sky of American music, it was also a thing that scorched him inside and out, and so many of the people around him.
Judith, his seventh wife, was by his side when he passed away at his home in Desoto County, Mississippi, south of Memphis. He told her, in his final days, that he welcomed the hereafter, and that he was not afraid.
Born into the Assembly of God church in his hometown of Ferriday, Louisiana, he never stopped believing, even when his lifestyle made the specter of hell seem closer. His greatest fear, that he would be condemned to a lake of fire for playing what many in his Pentecostal faith called “the devil’s music,” haunted him. He shared his fear with Elvis, who begged him to never mention it again. Lewis thought Elvis, also a Pentecostal, was the one person who might understand, but he died in ’77, leaving Lewis to wonder, alone.
He had prayed every day across his long life for forgiveness, and for salvation. His was a church that believed in miracles; why, he sometimes wondered, should he not be one of them? He found peace near the end of his life in a simple idea: that a music that brought such joy to so many could only come from God, “and the devil,” he said, “didn’t have nothin’ to do with it.”
“He said he was ready to be with Jesus,” said Judith.
His last album was a gospel record with his cousin, lifetime televangelist Jimmy Swaggart, who had preached against his music when they were younger. In Jerry Lee’s final months, they took turns at the keyboard, singing songs they learned as children: “Old Rugged Cross” and “Lily of the Valley” and “In the Garden.” Lewis, though his voice and body were weakened by his injury and a recent stroke, seemed happy, content.
Much of his life, Lewis had seemed determined to leave the world in the great fire he sang about. He set pianos ablaze, busted hecklers in the head with the butt-end of his microphone stand and rammed the gates of Graceland with his Rolls Royce. He shot holes in the wall of his Memphis office with a .38 revolver, shot his bass player in the chest, “by accident,” with a .357. His life, at different times, was a blur of high-speed chases and Crown Royal. The DEA met his planes on the runway. Fortunes came and went; all the wild rock musicians who came after him, he said, were mostly amateurs. Keith Richards tried to toss up a bottle of Crown Royal and catch it by the neck, like him, “but he never did it right … wasted a bunch of good liquor.”
But if you asked him, in his waning years, what he hoped people would say about him, he had a simple answer.
“You can tell ‘em I played the piano and sang rock ‘n’ roll.”
His career, like his body, seemed doomed a dozen times.
After soaring to the top of the charts in ’57 with songs like “Shakin’” and “High School Confidential,” he was castigated in the press for his marriage to his 13-year-old cousin, Myra. His rock’n’ roll star seemed to burn out even as it began to rise, and after a few big hits in the early 1960s his career seemed to be over. He responded by loading two cars with instruments and musicians and hitting the road, to play some big rooms, still, but also every honky-tonk and beer joint that would pay him to perform. He fought his way out of beer joints in Iowa, then drove all night and all day to another town and another show.
Sometimes he gave them magic and sometimes, if the mood was on him, he gave them less, but in his old age he swore he gave them the magic all the time. In ’64, record producers taped his show at a Hamburg, Germany, nightclub and made what would become music history. Live at the Star Club would be regarded as one the rawest, wildest, and greatest live albums of all time.
Then, in a twist that surprised many of his rock fans, Jerry Lee Lewis went country. “Another Place, Another Time,” was just the beginning of a string of soulful country chart-toppers that made him rich and famous all over again. He had more than 30 songs reach Billboard’s Top 10, including “To Make Love Sweeter for You” and a haunting “Would You Take Another Chance on Me.” It seemed only natural to Jerry Lee. He had always believed that Hank Williams hung the moon.
In this new stardom he finally played the Grand Ole Opry, the organization that had once snubbed him, and ignored the two-song protocol to play what and for long as he pleased, even playing through the commercials. Then, in perhaps the oddest twist of his musical career, he was cast as Shakespeare’s sinister Iago in a musical production in Los Angeles; he was a natural.
Once again, he flew around the world, sometimes on his own plane, and once again his lifestyle made almost as many headlines as his music. Tragedy followed him; he buried two sons. His health began to fail, marriages failed, but somehow he always rallied, always kept playing, for big paydays, or for free in a Memphis nightclub, living the life he sang about in his songs.
In 2006, his Last Man Standing album sold a million copies, his best-selling album of his long career. He followed that with another success, Mean Ol’ Man. You could hear the ghosts of the old honky-tonks in them, as if Jerry Lee Lewis had, truly, found a way to stop time. He did a duet with Springsteen.
His Lifetime Achievement Grammy was a kind of crowning achievement, and he appeared at Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame shows to accept his due and to school the whippersnappers on how it was done.
In 2012, when he was 76, he fell in love and married Judith, and they lived quietly – quietly for Jerry Lee Lewis – in northern Mississippi, though Lewis continued to do shows here in the U.S. and abroad. That year they took a trip to Ferriday to visit the family cemetery, and to drive across the bridge to Natchez where, as a boy, Jerry Lee used to dangle over the girders high above the brown water of the Mississippi and the passing boats below. The other boys begged him to get down, but he just hung there, grinning, till they were in tears. When asked if he was scared, a lifetime later, he just looked surprised. The Killer didn’t get scared. But looking down at the river as an old man, he said he might have been crazy.
Later, they drove past the church where he beat the piano to pieces with his cousins Swaggart and Mickey Gilley, who would go on to country music stardom, pounding a little blues and honky-tonk into the hymns they were supposed to be practicing.
Just across town from the tiny church had once stood the other temple of his musical education, a blues joint called Haney’s Big House, where some of the biggest acts in the country came to play. As a little boy, he snuck in the door and hid under the tables to hear rolling blues piano and wicked guitar. And somewhere in between it all, between the hymnals and the beer joints, between Hank Williams and Ray Charles, he found something that was his alone. It was always a waste of breath to ask if he had any regrets.
He had a million, and he had none. It all just depended on the song that was running through his head at the time.
“I’ve had an interesting life,” he said, in his 2014 biography, “haven’t I?”
Written by Rick Bragg
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Jerry Lee Lewis is survived by his wife, Judith Coghlan Lewis, his children Jerry Lee Lewis III, Ronnie Lewis, Pheobe Lewis and Lori Lancaster, sister Linda Gail Lewis, cousin Jimmy Swaggart and many grandchildren, nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his parents Elmo and Mamie Lewis, sons Steve Allen Lewis and Jerry Lee Lewis Jr., his siblings Elmo Lewis Jr. and Frankie Jean Lewis and his cousin Mickey Gilley.
Services and more information will be announced in the following days. In lieu of flowers, the Lewis family requests donations be made in Jerry Lee Lewis’ honor to the Arthritis Foundation or MusiCares – the non-profit foundation of the GRAMMYs / National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences.
I AM AN OLD MAN TOO, I’M 82, PLAYING PIANO SINCE I WAS 12. MET YOU SEVERAL TIMES BACK IN TH 60’S. I ALSO PLAY PIANO BUT NOTHING LIKE YOU. I JUST PLAY THE BEST I CAN AT HOME OR AT CHURCH. MY WIFE MADE ME QUITE WHEN WE GOT MARRIED IN 1970.. NOT LOOKING FOR A REPLY, JUST REALLY LIKE YOUR STYLE. I JUST LISTENED TO “IN THE GARDEN” AS YOU KNOW YOU ARE STILL GOOD EVEN WHEN YOU DON’T PLAY MUCH PIANO. I LIKE THE WAY YOU PLAYED WITH JUST ONE HAND OR FINGER. YOU ARE STILL THE BEST AND I WILL ALWAY LIKE WHAT YOU DO. DON’T EVER STOP. I’M JUST AND OLD FAN.MILTON MCCOY
part of our life……jerry lee…..
7/6/2022…keep it going on and on….from ryan in connecticut (the one who sat on the living room floor watching the steve allen show in 1957…yeah…me)….
Janis Kane July 6 2022
Love your music
The KILLER is the KING of Kewl!!!!
💋💗💗💗💗🌠⚡🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Keep On Rockin’!!!
You are a human hurricane, Amazing talent.
Greetings and best wishes from a young fan in Germany. Thank you for all your work and great music that inspires and motivates me every single day. God bless you Mr. Lewis!
Love you Jerry Lee.
Do u still sign autographs and if so, how can I get one?
Xo.JM
Love you music “Killer”.
Keep rockin’ n rollin’
Keep on rocking, Killer!
We’re just a couple of old Boogie Woogie Brats keepin’ it real, eh, brother..?
Glad I could jot a couple of notes here–
–Curley Temple
Fort Scott, Kansas
Jerry lee, we met 3- 4 years ago in Plant City at the Strawbeey festival- I have the 49 Ford and Hot Air balloon named “Great Balls of fire” – I am a “painter” by education as well as a pilot and businessman. I am doing a painting of Jerry Lee at the Piano and have a question about copyright rules/laws. I have found a way to play music from a painting with the use of a QR code (quick read) and would like to incorporate this technique into the painting. Can someone tell me how I can do this under the copyright laws if they apply. I will most probably sell this piece – but one never knows- the painting is the item for sell – not the ability to hear the music. To hear the song”great Balls of Fire” you have to hold your smart phone on the Q R code and it will than play the song- if you want to hear it. The painting will be similar to a portrait but more colorful. Please give Judith our best regards and looking forwaqrd to your new album coming out! Bill Whidden
Been a fan as long as I can remember back my 54 years on this ol earth, was lucky to see you live in Germany and the Netherlands many times, unfortunately never got to meet you in person (that is still on my bucket list to do 🤔😊
I heard about a biography you wrote yourself on the elect JLL into the Hall of Fame (congratulations, long overdue and a great you are in together with Keith Whitley, deserving and awesome)
My question: Do you sell these books (biographies) and maybe even would sign it for me? That would be absolutely fantastic, please let me know (jutta-hentschel@web.de)
Many greetings from Germany,
Jutta
I have followed you my whole life ! I will continue
The Killer! Jerry Lee Lewis IS Rock n’ Roll. One of the greatest musicians of our time. Decades before I was even born you were inducted into the RnR Hall of Fame, just shows how truly timeless and great the music you make is. Best wishes, you were my inspiration for starting piano.
Listened to his music growing up and loved it and he can really play rhe heck out of that piano and also liked his cousin mickey Gilley music and also seen Jerry’s movie geat balls of fire would like to meet him but have never got a chance to but would love to have a auto graph pic of Jerry and wish we had more great musicians like him out now days but haven’t seen any
I SURE WILL LOVE TO HEAR YOUR NEW GOSPEL CD SOON , THANKS FOR ALL OF YOUR GREAT MUSIC, ROCK ON KILLER!!!
Hi “killer” give seen you several times in Washington State hope you’re well my friend… I’d like to order a signed copy of your book can you help me with that
Mr Jerry Lee,
I have followed your music for over 50 years. Although I play drums, I sure wish I had the talent to play piano. But, hearing your recordings will have to do. God bless you and keep you. Thank you for the decades of incredible music!!!
Maybe I have the 2nd most number of Killer tracks in Tasmania (Australia), myself & mates will have a “Killer Day” when you leave us, but please stay with us for a while yet. Loved you always & always will.
I would love the chance to hear you sing!! My nana would also love it! Love your music it takes me back to the good ole days! Hoping to see you one day! I have a whole bucket list to see (I’m 23 and have quite a few marked off my list)!! Love making my rounds here in TX! Hope you are doing well! Take care!!
Keep on that ebony & ivory Killer
Keep the music alive “Killer”. Keep on rocking
here on prince edward island i am known as the grandaddy of rock n roll, was wondering if you mickey and jimmy completed the album y,all were planning . i hope so and look forward to hearing it .. stay safe