October 18, 1926 - March 18, 2017
“And then came Chuck Berry, from Saint Louis, the center of our universe. He stood up like a man and looked you straight in the eye. He was full of the optimism of a card sharp and his own unsavory brand of charm. I’ll strut, thank you, like the peacock I am. He didn’t wink or pinch. He winked and pinched, and he meant every one. There were no idle threats, no meaningless boasts. Chuck don’t flirt. Chuck asked for what he wanted, flat out, with a twinkle in his eye and an angel on his shoulder and the devil in his heart. He’d put up his fists if you wanted it, and laugh with you afterwards, too – when you’ve said you’ve had enough.
Chuck Berry outlasted the Soviet Union by a quarter of a century. Bury us? We Berryed you.”