R.I.P., Chuck Berry

I played the Stone Balloon in Newark, Delaware years ago and got there around 11 a.m. to do a sound check. As I walked into the club, I noticed a guy asleep in the backseat of an old Cadillac. I told the manager there was a homeless guy passed out in the club’s parking lot. He said, “No, that’s Chuck Berry. He had a show, last night, and was too cheap to get a hotel room.” R.I.P. Chuck Berry