Fats Domino died this morning.
It will get dark earlier tonight…
The true “Mt. Rushmore” of rock and roll would have him on it, next to Elvis, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, and Jerry Lee Lewis.
He was before them and with them, but not like them.
Elvis was odd and dangerous, Chuck was mean and greedy, Richard was bi sexual and bold, and Jerry Lee was a felony waiting to happen.
There was no menace to Fats Domino in persona or music, only joy.
He wasn’t trying to scare or seduce you, he just wanted everyone to have a good time.
He was a master of the boogie woogie piano and the incredible rolling beat of his left hand and the huge smile on his face provided all you needed to have one.
There were no big scandals or arrest records, no burnt pianos, no gunshots in the night.
He gave me lots of it.
It will endure the passing of another casket…