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Inside Jerry Lee Lewis Bedroom with the Chiller! (Lewis Family Museum drive-thru liquor store - Ferriday, LA)
The Chiller!
FRANKIE JEAN LEWIS TERRELL
"I can't imagine being reincarnated and not being me...I'm going to invent hard liquor in squirt guns..."
Inside Jerry Lee Lewis Bedroom with the Chiller! (Lewis Family Museum)
FERRIDAY, La — An Abba CD croons "Dancing Queen" as Frankie Jean Lewis Terrell reclines dreamily on a plastic chair inside the convenience store she owns.
She ignores the stale smell of beer and gestures frantically behind her, to the Lewis Family Museum.
"What do you do with a white elephant?" Terrell wants to know. A lopsided grin spreads across her face. "You put it on display and have a freak show."
Terrell knows her fair share about freak shows. She's the caretaker of the Lewis Family Museum, a maverick stepchild to the official Southern shrine of Graceland — something certain to irk its namesake Jerry Lee Lewis, who outlived, but never outsold, Elvis Presley.
With her crooked smile, pale eyes and wild hair, Terrell looks disarmingly similar to her famously rough brother, '50s rocker Lewis. She closes her mouth and narrows her eyes into hyphen-sized slits.
"The Lewis Family Museum is the biggest freak show there is," Terrell, 66, preaches.
In Ferriday, a Concordia Parish town of about 4,000 some 13 miles west of the Mississippi River, few people would disagree with Terrell's pronouncement that the museum is a temple to the weird. In its unapologetic display of one famous family's demons, the Lewis Family Museum transforms the painful into the hilariously familiar.
Jerry Lee Lewis, who lives behind graffiti-covered walls on a ranch in Nesbit, Miss., turned 70 in September. In 2005 he won a Grammy for lifetime achievement. His star has waned, but the music hasn't died. Lewis' next CD, "The Pilgrim," slated for release later this year, likely will be his last. Twenty-two guest artists, including B.B. King, Mick Jagger, Ringo Starr and Eric Clapton, recorded with the Killer.
The Lewis Family Museum affirms his ever-so-humble beginnings.
Alcohol, drugs and lawlessness set the backdrop to the story of a poor sharecropper's son. Lewis, turned child prodigy near rock 'n' roll's advent.
They chronicle a crooner's rise from the violent, booze-soaked nightclubs of Natchez, Miss., to his criminalization in the bars of "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On" and "Great Balls of Fire."
If sin had a soundtrack, it would sound very much like the wail of Jerry Lee Lewis' piano absorbing rage, which is why Terrell also believes people travel from all corners of the world — France, Japan, Australia — to walk across the floors of Lewis family history.
"I guess people like that are a curiosity to all of us," says Joan Svoboda, who visited from Nebraska. "How come people visiting Memphis drive by Graceland?"
Unlike Graceland, the Ferriday museum has few rules. Visitors may roam freely, from room to room. They may take photographs and touch most everything, except the pianos.
One, its keys yellowed and jammed, is the first Jerry Lee Lewis ever pounded, and it stands in a bedroom, its lid covered with framed family photographs.
Terrell says that ghosts of the living haunt this place, but the dead don't stick around. She keeps glass bottles of whiskey atop a black baby grand piano in the sitting room, a refusal to sugarcoat her brother's dangerous climb to stardom.
"Once you come see this house and take it all in, you're never the same once you leave," says Terrell, who speaks with the frenetic pace of a street preacher.
She confesses to curling up on her brother's bed at night, closing her eyes and pretending that time is capable of stopping and rewinding. She can listen to the past anytime she wants. She can replay it like a record.
"At night when I close my eyes, I can hear Jerry playing the piano," Terrell says. She e-mails her brother at least once a week, through her sister, musician Linda Gail Lewis.
Ferriday's other famous former residents, Linda Gail Lewis, Jimmy Lee Swaggart and Mickey Gilley, all enjoy corners of memorial in Terrell's museum, in the family home.
Visitors may prowl the bedroom of Linda Gail Lewis, touch her makeup brushes (left on a nightstand) or let their fingers waltz across her dresses.
The museum pays little attention to Jerry Lee's marriage to his second cousin, Myra Gale, when she was 13.
The scandal sank Lewis' career at a time when some thought he would surpass Presley in popularity.
"You don't get inducted into this hall of fame," Terrell cackles. "You get indicted."
The infamous marriage license of Lewis and Myra Gale hangs on a faux-wood paneled wall.
Visitors may think they've fallen through a portal to the 1950s. The oven in the kitchen holds shellacked bread baked decades ago on a Christmas morning by the now-deceased matriarch Mamie Lewis, who on Sept. 29, 1935, birthed the Killer on a four-poster bed exhibited in the home.
The highchair of the man whose music helped define rock sits in the corner. His tattered baby clothes string a fine line above a bed. Their presence proclaims that even Jerry Lee Lewis had to start somewhere.
"It's strange how life goes on in other places and it just stops here," Terrell says sadly. "It's incredibly strange," she repeats.
Terrell says the home has always been a museum, but she officially started giving tours in 1960, lately adding a small admission fee because of rising costs. Her convenience store pays the taxes and utilities.
A chronic pack rat, she could wallpaper three rooms with the letters she has saved since the age of 11.
She claims to have started the museum when she was 6 because she knew "Jerry Lee was special." Neighbors came from miles to hear him play the piano, and Terrell didn't want anyone to forget the music. That's why she stayed on in Ferriday, a dust-laced Louisiana delta town about 100 miles north of Baton Rouge.
"It's good to never change an address," Terrell says. "Jerry Lee can come back and see his baby shoes."
She keeps a house in Ferriday, but sleeps in the museum at night. She eats all her meals in its kitchen. Even if she tried to leave, she says she thinks the house would drag her back. The house isn't officially haunted, but Terrell believes that memories, all great and terrible, have enchanted its rooms.
After soaking up the Lewis saga — similar to a "Dallas" rerun minus the millionaires — museum visitors may sit with Terrell in her convenience store and drink something a Lewis would drink — usually whiskey, she says. Fans enter for free. Critics have to pay a dollar and only get to see one room. That's Terrell's rule.
Other Frankie Jean Quotes:
"...You can't blackmail a Lewis...We tell all and we tell the truth...The town can't stand us. They'll lie to you...anytime someone lies on a Lewis, something bad happens to 'em...They named a damn cow trail after Jerry in a white neighborhood...made me sing Little Richard songs--tore up the check and the Decca contract--that was that...said I was crazy--Crazy and glad for it...Mickey's known in the family as Puss-Gut...We passed the nickname down from his father......got a hole in my pants, wearing a shirt from the mission store, make 7 cents off a dollar, and drawed $200 out of this store in 30 years...roots are in the black neighborhood...work 14 hours a day...Pay taxes and die...two things you're sure to do...Mickey makes no damn sense. I don't know why Mickey's so arrogant...(Jimmy Swaggart) has a slush puppy with no alcohol in it. I have a margarita every day..."
Well,at least now,"The Killer"Jerry Lee Lewis"has something in common with Mark Twain.#CNN #entertainment #JerryLewisRIP #JerryLeeLewis pic.twitter.com/THwnBgMu1p— Tom's Old Days (@sigg20) August 21, 2017
Most days you'll find "The Chiller" at the Lewis Family Museum, or next door, at the Pik-Quick Drive-Thru beer and liquor store.
The proprietor is about 5ft., 5in., curly red poodle cut--you can see her resemblance to Jerry Lee.
The Lewis clan is intermarried with Swagger and Galleys, televangelists and Urban Cowboys--Frankie Jean went her own way.
Married at 11 and soon widowed, she has been Mrs. Marion Terrell for 43 years. She and her husband raised eight kids.
Write to Frankie Jean @(she doesn't have email):
The Jerry Lee Lewis Museum
712 Louisiana Ave
Ferriday, LA 71334
(318) 757-2460
include a self-addressed stamped envelope
Jane Wilkinson Obituaries for Friday, Aug. 15, 2003
FERRIDAY, LA - Services for Jane Wilkinson, 67, of Ferriday, who died Thursday, Aug. 14, 2003, at Natchez Community Hospital, will be at 10 a.m. Saturday at Young's Funeral Home Chapel with the Rev. Mack Walker officiating.
Burial will be in Greenlawn Memorial Park under the direction of Young's Funeral Home of Ferriday.
The family will receive friends from 5 to 9 p.m. today at the funeral home.
She was a resident of Ferriday, a homemaker, a beauty operator and a member of Ridgecrest Baptist Church.
Mrs. Wilkinson was preceded in death by her father, Guy Mitcham; her mother, Sally McCaa; son, Jerry Lee Lewis, Jr.; five brothers and two sisters.
Survivors include her husband, Linous Wilkinson of Ferriday; two sons, Ronnie Lewis and wife, Melanie and Jimmy Wilkinson and wife, Debbie, all of Ferriday; five grandchildren, Somer Lance, Heather Barilleaux, Ronnie Lewis, Jr., Megan Wilkinson and Jimmy Wilkinson, II; great-grandchild, Ryan Lance; caregiver, Sissy Ferris; and a number of nieces, nephews and friends.
Pallbearers will be Mike Grantham, Chuckie Deweese, Rickey Raven, Roy Lance, Billy Freeman, Bo Whittington, James King and Bobby Enterkin.
Honorary pallbearers will be Dr. Jerry Iles, Hubert Lee McGlothin, Jimmy Kirven, Melton Pierre, Steve Hedrick and Gene Brashier.
"Jerry Lee Lewis Museum and Liquor Store, Ferriday, LA - 15 mi. A Ghost Town, Rodney, MS - 28 mi. The Windsor Ruins, Port Gibson, MS - 33 mi. ..."
Driving directions to 712 Louisiana Ave, Ferriday, LA 71334
106 mi – about 2 hours 49 mins
Suggested routes
US-61 N
106 mi 2 hours 49 mins
LA-19 N and US-61 N
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LA-1 N and LA-15 N
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1. Head southeast on Hyacinth Ave toward Hibiscus Dr
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2. Take the 1st left onto Dahlia St
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3. Turn right at Pollard Pkwy
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4. Turn left at Perkins Rd
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5. Take the ramp onto I-10 W
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6. Slight left at I-110 N (signs for I-110 N/Downtown/Metro Airport)
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7. Take exit 8C to merge onto US-61 N toward Natchez
Entering Mississippi
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8. Slight left at John R Junkin Dr
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9. Continue onto US-425 N/US-84 W
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10. Turn left at Louisiana Ave
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712 Louisiana Ave
Ferriday, LA 71334
Father: Elmo Lewis, Sr. (convicted moonshiner, d. Jul-1979)
Mother: Mamie Ethel Lewis (d. 1970)
Sister: Linda Gail Lewis (singer, b. 18-Jul-1947)
Brother: Elmo Lewis, Jr. (killed by drunk driver)
Sister: Frankie Jean Lewis Terrell (curator, Jerry Lee Lewis Museum, b. 1944)
Wife: Dorothy Barton (preacher's daughter, m. 21-Feb-1952, div. 8-Oct-1953)
Wife: Jane Mitchum (m. 15-Sep-1953, sep. 1957, div. May-1958)
Son: Jerry Lee Lewis, Jr. (b. 15-Sep-1953, d. 13-Nov-1973 car accident)
Son: Ronnie Guy Lewis (drummer, "Suzie Q", b. 16-Mar-1956)
Wife: Myra Gail Brown (Lewis' cousin, b. 1944, m. 12-Dec-1957, sep. Dec-1970, div. May-1971)
Son: Steve Allen Lewis (b. 27-Feb-1959, d. Apr-1962 drowning)
Daughter: Phoebe Allen Lewis (b. 1963)
Wife: Jaren Elizabeth Gunn Pate (m. 1971, div. Dec-1973, d. Jun-1982 drowning)
Wife: Shawn Michelle Stevens (m. 7-Jun-1983, d. 22-Aug-1983 methadone overdose)
Wife: Kerrie McCarver (m. 24-Apr-1984, div. 2004)
Son: Jerry Lee Lewis III (b. 28-Jan-1987)
Girlfriend: Bonny Lee Bakley (groupie)
Daughter: Jeri Lee Lewis (b. 28-Jul-1993, with Bakley)
High School: (dropped out)
Theological: Southwestern Bible Institute, Waxahachie, Texas (dropped out)
Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 1986
Rockabilly Hall of Fame
Betty Ford Center
Married an Underage Girl
Bankruptcy $3.75 million in back taxes 1988
Drug Overdose
Driving While Intoxicated Collierville, TN 22-Nov-1976
Reckless Driving Collierville, TN 22-Nov-1976
Driving without a License Collierville, TN 22-Nov-1976
Drunk in Public Memphis, TN 23-Nov-1976
Failure to Pay Child Support per 2003 lawsuit filed by Kerrie
Risk Factors: Alcoholism, Cocaine, Marijuana"31°37′50″N 91°33′24″W" 31°37′50″N 91°33′24″W Municipalities MACK VICKERY
Concordia Parish Louisiana 318-757-2460 "712 Louisiana Avenue" "Ferriday LA"
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FILMOGRAPHY AS ACTOR
Chuck Berry Hail! Hail! Rock 'n' Roll (18-Sep-1987) Himself
American Hot Wax (17-Mar-1978) Himself
High School Confidential! (30-May-1958) Himself
Jerry Lee Lewis Jimmy Swaggart http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9naae_jerry-lee-lewis-keep-my-motor-runni_music
Jerry Lee Lewis: Keep My Motor Runnin' 1982
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x32wff_jerry-lee-lewis-keep-my-motor-runni_music
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8qeda_jerry-lee-lewis-all-you-need-is-lov_music
Jerry Lee Lewis - Keep My Motor Runnin' Lyrics
I've been loving you since you were sweet 16
Good lookin' woman Jerry Lee ever seen
C'mon girl you got my heart a really jamming
Go ahead and keep my mother humping motor running
Lets go why don't you put it on the floor
Woman you really got me humming keep my motor running
I got fuel injections Jerry Lee's got front wheels
I've got completed systems on this time
you'll really love the feel
Satin sheets crawl up and down my lovely bed
If you lift the pillow you can lay your lovely head
lets go, whoopee, put it on the floor
really got me humming, keep my motor
Oh go Rock and roll baby
yeah, you really got ol' killer hummin
Runaway Flick starring Dakota Fanning (Redirigé depuis Péripatéticienne)
'The Runaways' Not A Biopic But Rather An Ode To Youth And Rock 'N Roll Featuring Coke-Snorting, Lesbian Leads
On the eve of it's Sundance Film Festival premiere, director Floria Sigismondi has taken to the L.A. Times to discuss her upcoming film, 'The Runaways" starring Kristen Stewart and Dakota Fanning as Joan Jett and Cherie Currie."It's young girls getting swept up into a world they couldn't handle," Sigismondi explains. "Feeding on those confusing feelings that develop from moving from girl to woman, I could reach deep into myself to find those things."
"I wanted to focus on Joan and Cherie. How different they are, how they were drawn together for this crazy experience. Joan is so focused, she really wanted to have this band. And Cherie wanted the rage of rock 'n' roll, the rebellion."
While a focus on Jett and Currie has always seemed a go as the script is based on Currie's 1989 memoir "Neon Angel: The Cherie Currie Story," the film's producer John Linson reveals any attempts to detail the band were thwarted by the inability to secure life rights for both Lita Ford and Jackie Fox. Ford still features in the film though, played by Scout Taylor-Compton, while Fox is totally absent - original bassist Micki Steele is fictionalized as Robin (Alia Shawkat).
Subsequently, rather than a musical biopic of the band, the film aimed to faithfully capture the "youth ethic in film" centering on "15-year-old rock stars" and "the rise and fall of kids."
Of
course, a film about rock 'n roll has to feature sex and drugs, right?
Not really but "The Runaways" ticks both boxes anyway. In potentially
controversial scenes, Stewart and Fanning reportedly snort cocaine in
an airplane bathroom and then get up close and personal about
two-thirds of the way through (perverts, take note) in a revealing
make-out scene at a roller rink.The sight of 16 year old Fanning doing drugs is surely going to have conservatives in rapture. The make-out scene, meanwhile, seems to be more speculative than truth -- Sigismondi explains that in Victory Tischler-Blue's rockumentary, "Edgeplay: A Film About the Runaways," Currie "mentions that Joan is really good in bed" so the director thought; "I have to pry into this a bit. It will cause an explosion in the film. Why not go there?"
If anything, the film should flourish in the performance department; the quintet of Stewart, Fanning, Taylor-Compton, Shawkat and Stella Maeve, who plays drummer Sandy West, reportedly rehearsed together for over a month before shooting began. Much though will rely on the musical talents of Stewart and Fanning who laid down vocals for The Runaways' tracks to be used in the film. Stewart was under the constant guise of Joan Jett herself and, according to Sigismondi, "completely embodied the character of Joan... her body language, her face, her walk. It's amazing how she has just become her."
“We rehearsed for a long time, which was a great advantage," the director adds. "We got the girls in the recording studio, got the recordings right. Then by the time we filmed it, it wasn’t lip-syncing. Because they were the ones who had done it. I put Dakota in with my husband’s band so she could feel what it’s like to have big drums and amps behind her – so she could feel what it’s like to be a singer having to fight for the sounds. You have to use your body for that. I wanted to give her that experience.”
The
L.A. Times, who sounds like they've already seen the film, further
detail the film's plot, which should already be gospel to Runaways fans.The film follows Currie at age 15 as she chafes against the San Fernando Valley's suburban torpor and her family's psychological abandonment en route to becoming the most forward female face in rock. On a parallel track, Jett is shown raging against the proverbial machine, defying all cultural expectation to stake out her place as a young woman in the boys' club of hard rock while still in her midteens."The Runaways" premieres on January 24th at Sundance before hitting theaters March 19th.
One night in Hollywood, Jett approaches record impresario Kim Fowley (a scene-chewing Michael Shannon in campy glam drag) who introduces her to drummer Sandy West (Maeve) and becomes the band's Svengali. Fowley "discovers" Currie at a nightclub, installs her as frontwoman and even concocts the lyrics to one of the group's biggest hits, "Cherry Bomb," on the spot during Currie's audition. Scant character development is devoted to West and bandmate-guitarist Lita Ford (Taylor-Compton).
(Redirigé depuis Péripatéticienne)
La prostitution (du latin pro statuere mettre devant, exposer au
public) est une activité consistant à échanger des
relations sexuelles contre une rémunération
financière. Bien que cette activité soit pratiquée
par les membres des deux sexes, elle est le plus souvent le fait
des femmes, mais cela concerne aussi les hommes dans le cadre de
prostitution homosexuelle, travesti, et
hétérosexuelle, ainsi que les transsexuels. Le terme
générique employé est prostitué(e).Histoire
L’entremetteuse, œuvre du peintre Dirck van
Baburen en 1622
Les politiques actuelles vis-à-vis de la prostitution
Une prostituée dans un bar en Thaïlande.
January 14, 2010
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