1989, I was 13. My older sister and her boyfriend (yes, the same guy who made the mix tape in PART 1 OF THIS SAGA) asked me if I wanted to go to the cinema. But to the real cinema, not Disney’s latest film or ET. “Great Balls Of Fire” was the title of the movie, and I had no idea what it would be about. I had never heard speak of JERRY LEE LEWIS, mostly because in those days my world was still governed by the Michaels: George and Jackson. The film started, and little did I know my life was about to change forever. Sex. Drugs. Songs like fists. Pianos on fire. More sex. Rock ‘n’ roll entered my life like a ball of fire and scorched everything. When I got home I somehow got hold of THE SOUNDTRACK and I played the tape until I literally destroyed it. There was nothing Disney and the Michaels could do anymore: I had sold my soul to the devil. And the devil will never again be more handsome and talented than Jerry Lee Lewis.