I was sad to hear of Chuck Berry's passing today. The first song my dad tried to teach me on the guitar was Chuck's Memphis, Tennessee. Maybe not the easiest choice for someone who didn't play guitar at all yet, but it always stuck with me.
Chuck had his flaws as a person, but don't we all? The fact remains that what we know as rock and roll would never have existed without him. He took the best parts of blues, jazz, jump and country and turned it into something new. He was the catalyst that launched a thousand riffs. RIP Chuck: