Holy shitballs, y'all! Mr. Chuck Berry turned 88 godamn years old this past weekend. My money is on him outliving all his rock peers. Seriously, Jerry Lee Lewis, Fats Domino, and Little Richard are the only other original founders still drawing breath.

I can't really think of anything to say about the man that hasn't already been said (even with all the creepy shit he's done). He told relevant, relatable stories through most of his songs while sorta folding country music into R&B. Without his blending of the two, he might'a never written his first record AND first hit "Maybelline." That side, and all his others, became the template for much of rock and roll that followed. Oh, it looks like Berry is still playing out at local St. Louis club, Blueberry Hill, once a month!!!

I thought a lot about Berry this weekend, just trying think of my favorite song, but they all rate; They're all my favorite. Gosh, as a kid I played my copies of the first two volumes of Chuck Berry's Golden Decade till the grooves turned white.