He recorded almost everything he would be known for in about two years. His various “retirements” from Rock ‘n’ Roll, which he really did believe was the devil’s music, were nearly as numerous as his greatest hits. I’m pushing sixty and he spent most of my lifetime living off his legend.
Doesn’t matter. That brief, shining moment in the 50’s wasn’t everything he ever was, but it was enough. The fire he lit burned deep and long just as if he had answered God’s call after all. It has survived our cultural collapse the only way anything can–by sinking deep in the heart of man, where it will forever constitute the spirit that will need rekindling if we’re ever to amount to anything again.
Two years or two hundred, no man can do more than that.