LITTLE RICHARD!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AWOPBOPALOOBOPABOPBAM-BOOM!!!

Hello and welcome to a page destined to change your life if you have not yet heard or appreciated one Richard Penniman, better known as "Little Richard." He is properly filed in all rock and roll-related musical categories because he invented, created, emancipated, and propagated every one of them all. To hear it in THE MAN's own words,

"JENNY JENNY JENNY WON'T YOU COME ALONG WITH ME! JENNY JENNY! WHOO! JENNY JENNY!"

You may think I have lost my mind, and perhaps I have (in fact, I *KNOW* I have), but I am still right. Just ask Little Richard himself. If it weren't for him, Deep Purple wouldn't have any "Lucille" to sing for an encore. If it weren't for Little Richard, screaming would never have been invented as a musical instrument, let alone hollering, whooping it up, and the ever-popular,

"WHOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Little Richard invented everything and more in Rock and Roll, he just couldn't record it all at one sitting, so he did the best stuff first and let everyone develop what came along after that.

If he were a geometrician, he would have been Euclid. If he were a physicist, he would have been Newton or Einstien. If he were an explorer, he would have been Columbus. If he were a statesman, he would have been George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, King Arthur, and the Holy Roman Emperor Charles the Fifth all rolled into one with just a dash of Julius Caesar and Charlemagne on the side. But he was more than all those fine men. He was more than all those fine men combined. He IS more than all those stuffed shirts combined!!! He is none other than the emperor of rock, the sultan of roll, and the Bronze Liberace himself! He is none other than the one, the only, his whoo-ness,

*L*I*T*T*L*E* *R*I*C*H*A*R*D*!!!

Bear in mind that he can be the Bronze Liberace, but Liberace sure ain't no White Little Richard! Little Richard is the Moses of Metal, the Harbinger of Hard Rock, the Boss of the Blues, the Ultra-high Poobah of all things rockandrollical. Ain't nobody that can touch him with a ten-foot pole, an eleven-foot pole, or even with a baker's dozen of feet-long-pole!

I have seen the man perform WITH MY OWN TWO EYES and I never looked at the world the same way since! I took my children to go see him live and in action and I said, "Look, kids! It's the man himself! Little Richard!" But they didn't pay me no mind because they were *out* of their minds, dancin' and a hollerin' and a screamin' with the rock and roll that just POURED on out of that grand piano on the stage and giving homage to the Holy American Emperor, King Richard Tuttius Fruttius by dancing until they couldn't dance no more and then they danced a little more after that. When I saw my kids go, cat, go, I got on my red and blue jeans and rocked all around the world, 'cause Rock and Roll is here to stay, by order of The King, and I don't mean Elvis, whose Pelvis would look right silly shakin' to Perry Como, so it's a good thing Little Richard happened along and gave him an idea or two to move your blue suede shoes with that crazy black cat's thundering beats!

He's really good. Buy any of his stuff you can find. Book him for your parties. Invite him over for supper. Teach your children from the book of First Richard, quoting chapter and verse. Here is Chapter One, Verse One:

Enough said. Why don't you go and listen to his records NOW! I'll be here if and when you get back. I intend to get more on Mr. Richard one day. If you haven't guessed, I'm a bit of a fan... Stay tuned, rock fans!