In reply to Jim Lancs:
> The Guardian's obituary:."Lewis embodied pinched obduracy, brooding, malevolent ignorance, violent unreliability and borderline madness. He abused women, played with guns and shot at men; he drove the highways of the south blind drunk with his loaded pistol on the dashboard. Yet in the vivid contrast between the meanness of the man and the grandeur of the artist, the common denominators were his phenomenal energy and admirable, all-conquering self-belief".
That's a nice line.
Lewis was there right from the start of rock and roll. He was crazy; we were afraid of him; we loved him.
Thanks for the music, man. Another legend gone.