Johnny B. Goode

Chuck Berry passed away yesterday. I shared some quick, spur-of-the-moment thoughts on Twitter last night:

One of the first CDs I ever owned was a “Hits of the 50s” compilation album. My father and I would listen to that CD almost daily, and (1/7)

— Sameer Vasta (@vasta) March 19, 2017

we’d sing along to all the songs—among them, Chuck Berry’s “Johnny B. Goode.” My father and I bonded over those songs, over the album, (2/7)

— Sameer Vasta (@vasta) March 19, 2017

over the music of his youth that he passed along to me, a love of soul, r&b, and funk that made me who I am now. Even now as an adult, (3/7)

— Sameer Vasta (@vasta) March 19, 2017

when my dad and I aren’t chatting about soccer or politics, we talk about Chuck Berry, Sam Cooke, James Brown, Little Richard and how (4/7)

— Sameer Vasta (@vasta) March 19, 2017

much that music makes still makes us move, makes us feel alive. (My dad, like me, loves dancing, even though he doesn’t get the chance (5/7)

— Sameer Vasta (@vasta) March 19, 2017

to do it very often anymore.) All that to say — my dad is going to crushed when I tell him that Chuck Berry passed away today, but at (6/7)

— Sameer Vasta (@vasta) March 19, 2017

least we’ll always have those memories of singing out loud to “Johnny B. Goode,” happy together, father and son. (7/7)

— Sameer Vasta (@vasta) March 19, 2017