Jeder kennt sie, die Geschichte von Johnny B. Goode. “Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode, who never ever learned to read or write so well. But he could play a guitar just like a ringin’ a bell.” Von Chuck Berry im Original. Glaube ich. Kaum jemand aber kennt die Version von Guadalcanal Diary. Die im Jogginghosenoutfit. Wie auch. “Maybe some day your name will be in lights sayin’
‘Johnny B. Goode’ tonight.”