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RIP to Alan Aldridge who died a few weeks ago and did some great Beatles drawings for The Beatles Illustrated Lyrics book among many others and some amazing psychedelic artwork.

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Ron Nasty said
Breaking on BBC News right now, Chuck Berry has passed at the age of 90.

Feck!

RIP Chuck!  

You just beat me to it. The end of an era RIP. He was the Shakespeare of rock and roll. I always found it incredible that the giants of Rock and Roll Chuck, Jerry Lee, Fats and Little Richard have been around so long. I was reading an interview with him recently where he was talking about his dad’s theatre background and him reciting lines to him and there was a particular beautiful poem which Chuck could recite word for word which had similar theme to All Things Must Pass . I can’t remember the name of it. Only this week I was listening to John’s version of You Can’t Catch Me which is an incredible song. I know they always cited Elvis but I think Chuck Berry had a bigger influence on The Beatles than anyone.

EDIT: I just found the article from last year here and it’s a great read. http://www.rollingstone.com/mu…..nk-w443396  The poem was Even This Shall Pass Away by Theodore Tilton

Once in Persia reigned a king,
Who upon his signet ring
Graved a maxim true and wise,
Which, if held before his eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they;
“Even this shall pass away.”

Trains of camels through the sand
Brought him gems from Samarcand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to match with these;
But he counted not his gain
Treasures of the mine or main;
“What is wealth?” the king would say;
“Even this shall pass away.”

‘Mid the revels of his court,
At the zenith of his sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests,
He, amid his figs and wine,
Cried, “O loving friends of mine;
Pleasures come, but do not stay;
‘Even this shall pass away.’”

Lady, fairest ever seen,
Was the bride he crowned the queen.
Pillowed on his marriage bed,
Softly to his soul he said:
“Though no bridegroom ever pressed
Fairer bossom to his breast,
Mortal flesh must come to clay –
Even this shall pass away.”

Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield;
Soldiers, with a loud lament,
Bore him bleeding to his tent.
Groaning from his tortured side,
“Pain is hard to bear,” he cried;
“But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away.”

Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubits in the air,
Rose his statue, carved in stone.
Then the king, disguised, unknown,
Stood before his sculptured name,
Musing meekly: “What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay;
Even this shall pass away.”

Struck with palsy, sore and old,
Waiting at the Gates of Gold,
Said he with his dying breath,
“Life is done, but what is Death?”
Then, in answer to the king,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray,
“Even this shall pass away.”