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Mesmerizing….

My Dad saw him in the ‘50s in Marietta. He told me, “Nobody can move that fast for that long without being on drugs.”
I saw Little Richard at the old Atlanta Civic Center in the late 60s. About 5 songs in, Little Richard was overcome and ripped his pants off and hopped up on his piano, prancing and bouncing around like he was possessed, right up to the point APD hauled him off the piano nekkid and screaming like a banshee.

No idea why they called him Little Richard, guy was equipped like a donkey. Leaving the place my girlfriend said it reminded her of the pendulum on her aunt’s grandfather clock.
 
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