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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.
Silvia Barta says
R. I. P. JERRY LEE LEWIS (THE KILLER) 🎹
Thank you Jerry Lee for the personal letter you wrote me many years ago (handwritten with a ballpoint pen and signed in full) !
To this day I’m very proud of it . Thank you for your great music . You really were an exceptional talent and will always be unforgettable . You will live on in your music , you will remain immortal – and preserved for posterity .
The Killer , the true King of Rock ‘n’ Roll (for ME) 🎹
Elisabeth Etterlid says
Takk for all musikk du gav, shake it ❤️❤️❤️
Silvia Barta says
R. I. P. JERRY LEE LEWIS (THE KILLER) 🎹
Thank you Jerry Lee for the personal letter you wrote me many years ago (handwritten with a ballpoint pen and signed in full) ! To this day I’m very proud of it !
Thank you for your great music . You really were an exceptional talent and will always be unforgettable . You live on , you remain immortal .
The Killer , the true King of Rock ‘n’ Roll – for ME !
Deana Frie says
I have loved and admired Jerry Lee and Linda Gail since I was 13 years old. My mother and I went to Panther Hall and the Longhorn Ballroom to see them many times.. They never failed to put on a great show. And of course, Kenneth Lovelace too. I am 66 now and still love them just as much as ever. Jerry Lee will be greatly missed. Keep rocking Linda Gail and Kenneth. Keep Jerry’s music alive.
Rodney Blake says
My name is Rodney “RipRod” Blake
You were always true, and played great Rock and Roll Music.. I have been listening to your music since I was 14 years old, 1969 and I always loved your music.
I am an Afro American enlisted into the Army in1975.
I love you and Rest In Peace Mr Lewis
RBlake
Bill Donovan says
“BreathLess” was the first thing I heard JLL do. As I got older, I started playing records in my high school lunch room. Played it every day. I never got the chance to see him live. I did buy the Oldie movie filmed at Madison Square Garden, where he and Chuck and Fats played…. Wonderful memories. I was a DJ doing live personal appearance work playing records, mostly oldies.
Sherry says
Hate to see you go Killer. Guess Heaven is really rocking since yall are all together again
Steve Rollins says
Appreciate all you did for music brother Jerry.
Jason Dukes says
My wife and I were blessed to be at the funeral of the Killer. I feel very privileged to have been allowed to pay my respects to such a wonderful entertainer. I am very thankful for Jerry Lee sharing his talent with the world. Thanks to the family for making room for two of Jerry Lee’s biggest fans during a very private moment. I didn’t get a chance to meet any of Jerry’s close family as I respectfully kept my distance but I do hope one day to meet you all. Thank you and may God bless you and the memory of Jerry Lee Lewis.
Mick Keele says
Sorry to see you go. You were fire, Killer.
Larry J Barnhardt says
Jerry Lee Lewis inspired me to play the piano, sadly I did not continue to pursue it.
colin Odell says
FIRST TIME I SAW jERRY WAS INTHE EARLY 60’S IN SOUTH lONDON ALONG WITH gENE vINCENT, THE VENUE WAS IN A LOCAL VILLAGE HALL (STAND UP SHOW) AND THAT WAS GREAT AS IT WAS IN YOUR FACE AND HAVE SEEN HIM ON SEVERAL SHOWS OVER THE YEARS BOTH IN uk AND IN THE USAND DID SOME WORK ON HIS BUS AND HE SIGNED A COUPLE OF EARLY SUN ALBUMS AND CD’S ALSO HE SIGNED A BASEBALL CARD TO MY DAUGHTER WHICH WAS ONLY THE 5TH CARD THAT HE SIGNED AS HIS PROMOTER WANTED TO USE HIS AUTOGRAPH AND SELL COPIES OF THE CARDS ,AND jERRY REFUSED, TELLING HIM HE WOULD NOT AGREE TO HIM MAKING MORE MONEY OFF OF JERRY’S BACK, kEEP ON ROCKIN’ JERRY LEE, THANK YOU SIR ALWAYS THE KING OF ROCK N ROLL
Glenna Joyce Moore says
JERRY LEE WILL NEVER BE GONE/ WE WILL LISTEN TO HIS BEAUTIFUL SONGS FOR YEARS/ GOD BLESS HIS WIFE JUDITH AND REV. SWAGGART AND ALL THE FAMILY/
Donna L Lewis says
DearJerry Lee ; I’ve love your music since I was a kid ,and my mom & dad played your albums , your voice was so soul taken, and the way you played the piano was better than any other pianist in the world. I can go on and on about all the songs I loved, but my favorite of all the songs , was we live in two different worlds, that you sang with your cousin, I will forever continue to listen to all them songs of yours, you will be missed but never forgotten! I brought a puppy about a 1yr 1/2 ago my last name is Lewis and I named him Jerry Lee Lewis because of my love of your music and music means so much to me , and you’ve always been one of my top favorite musians , I won’t say the same Ole rest in peace, so I’ll just say rock forever on in heavenly peace ❤️ you sure will be miss by so many including me , love you
Kris P says
Thank you so much for blessing my life with your amazing gifts and talents! I hope to see you on the other side, and hear you playing a golden piano. You were the greatest rocker/entertainer ever on this side of eternity. Fly high, Jerry Lee!
John Osborne says
REST IN ROCK AND ROLL HEAVEN..PLAY AMAZING GRACE FOR THE LORD..R. I. P. JERRY LEE… SAW YOU DANVILLE IN 1969..DURING YOUR HARD TIMES….
Bladimir Pantoja says
Desde Colombia, muchos saludos a la familia. Descanza en paz, Jerry Lee Lewis. Te queremos también en Colombia. con aprecio, Fausto Bladimir Pantoja.
Barbara Cook says
So sorry to hear of your passing…you have and always will continue to have a place in my heart…I know your in a better place playing that Piana…I will never stop listening to your music…
Charles Griffith says
Life won’t be the same without Jerry Lee Lewis, but his music and the memories will live forever. He will missed.
A forever fan of Jerry Lee Lewis.
Danny h De Haan says
Jerry Lee, All my life it seems that i’ve listened to your music. From “bottles n barstools” to “Daughters of Dixie” and “Crazy Arms’ and “Lewis Boogie” from your early years. No matter what the mood or occasion your music was right there for the cause. We will truly miss you here on Earth, but you will be welcomed now, in Heaven to play the ivories for all the Angels and Arch Angels to hear and sing along!
God Bless you “Killer” you are sadly missed 🙁
Dan in Florida
Helen Weaver says
I was so very,very happy to hear Jimmy Swaggart announce that Jerry Lee had accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior. The greatest thing in all the world is knowing Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord and to walk with him every day. God is so merciful and so good. May the Lord bless and comfort his family in this time of sorrow but thank God every day that he made it home.
Alicia Broussal says
Going to miss you Jerry Lee Lewis! Glad you made Heaven your home now with Christ.
Geronimo says
merci pour tout, killer, tu resteras a jamais le meilleur!
tu nous manque déjà ! mais je sais que tu est au Paradis, tu as retrouvé tous tes amis disparus avant toi. mais rassures tes fans arrivent.
ta musique nous fait patienter. RIP parmis les étoiles.
Adam Taylor says
You will be missed but not forgotten. You are a true legend and still the last man standing. Thank you for all of the great music .
Michael Frazier says
Thanks for everything, Jerry Lee!