One of the most significant and probably the biggest crossover to country artists, Jerry Lee Lewis is a pioneer of rock and roll who truly deserves the term ‘immortal’. As well as the distinction of being, unusually for such a linguistic epithet, not dead, Jerry Lee continues into his 80’s to be a hard-living, fire and brimstone breathing, booze fumes inhaling, piano bashing, mad-as-a-fucking-hatter, working musician. Celebrate him when you can, because in the true sense of the word, there will never be another like him. Nick Tosches’s book, which is written in a fantastic, classy, almost poetic style, focusses on the part of the story of the part you most want to hear. The early days, dirt poor raised in a stereotypical cousin marrying, rural, ain’t got much learning, back of beyond, Louisiana township, through to adult maturation at age 14 – his father-in-law (well, one of them, he had 7), being his cousin. In addition to also, his bass player, which in some ways is even more worryingly incestuous. As everyone knows, it all went bartlett-shaped for JLL when he came to tour Britain with his 13 year old bride, Myra. Despite a plea for the defence that » Continue Reading.