Chuck Berry was the first rock n roll artist as far as I’m concerned. Sure, the elements existed already in artists like Howlin’ Wolf and Sister Rosetta Tharpe, and a few rock n roll songs like Rocket 88 existed, but Berry was the first person to devote his entirety to the budding innovation that we call rock n roll. He is second only to Elvis in his significance and influence, due only to racial segregation. I remember at the end of last year he announced his final album, titled simply “Chuck,” was ready and waiting for release, with a subtext that he could die before it was issued, but it was made and we would get to hear it. Between his age and his decades of artistic silence, it was clear that this last record was something he made only because he wanted to, and I am now even more eager to hear it than before.