Every so often I Google just to see if he’s still out there, rockin’.
He was in the 60s.
He was in the 70s.
He was in the 80s.
He was in the 90s.
He was in the 00’s.
And he was just in Germany doing it again.
Still alive and well.
Sixty years ago today – according to Al Gore’s Internet – the first rock’n’roll single was recorded. Cars? Yep. Girls? Yep. Booze? Yep. Hmmm…maybe so.
I dunno, I can’t help but point back at people like Chuck Berry and Little Richard as the true architects, but there are some who will point at this song as the genesis of rock’n’roll. Sam Phillips was able to tout it to such an extent that it financed the beginning of Sun Records, and we know where that went.
Of course, sixty years turns a lot of fable into truth, but I’m more concerned about the survival of the art form that it’s zygote moment. Brenston was dead by age forty-nine, and for a guy serving a tenure with Ike Turner, that’s probably a long life. Maybe he was the guy. Maybe not.
But considering the historic occasion, why not give a listen?
And if you want to start an argument in a bar, research this page first!