Very true! My father made it to 81 and my mother is still alive at 83We all have to leave someday. Scotty left us in the admirable age of 84 and will be remembered. We should be happy and thankful for what he did and achieved. Rest in peace.
I've told the story before, but I got to meet him once and talk with him a bit. I'll never forget it and will cherish that memory always. It was the only time I've been star-struck. I don't know that he fully understood the impact he had on so many of us......it's difficult when you're the one to do something cause it's....well it's just ordinary old you. I don't know that he fully grasped the depths of what he did......it may all have been one pre-ordained "accident", but man oh man.........how it will reverberate forever. I listened last night for awhile to those early recordings.......they still make my blood pump when the guitar comes out of the speakers.
You know, Scotty was really one of us. He was no virtuoso.....no hotshot player. He was a guy with a guitar he could barely afford, and a dream that he certainly couldn't afford. And somehow......it all lined up for him. He played what he knew and played it from the heart in a teeny tiny little room with no air-conditioning in a dirty river-town with some pimpled greasy-haired kid who everyone thought was a little "funny", and those notes made history.
Scotty Moore, as much or maybe even more so than Elvis.......was the American Dream. He got paid to do what he loved, and touched the hearts of likely billions at this point.
Rest in Peace Mr. Moore........we love you and are so thankful for you coupla boys that were willing to dare to be different.