Goodness Gracious Sister Anne-Francesca !

This miraculous music didn't just fall into your lap. You had to track it down. As another young Detroiter discovered, it could turn into a dangerous safari. Eleven-year-old rock'n'roll addict Dan Bourgoise would sometimes sneak off the grounds of St Alphonsus School in Dearborn at lunchtime to make his weekly purchase. That way, he had a jump on all the chumps who waited 'til after school to hit the hobby shop in the neighbourhood that carried a couple of racks of singles. "When vou're a kid you've only got so much money in your pocket. If I stretched, I could buy one single a week. There was no taping off the radio, or taping your friends' records. There was no tape! So these little 45s were golden."
When he slipped back into school on this particular November day in 1957, he had a major trophy tucked safely in his notebook. It was a just issued copy of the Great Balls Of Fire EP by Jerry Lee Lewis. It was on the treasured Sun label, and had the coolest sleeve he'd ever seen. As Sister Ann-Francesca moved up and down the aisles checking homework, Dan was daydreaming about what this EP - four songs! - would sound like. When she picked up his notebook for a closer look, his new acquisition slipped out and fell on the floor. Sister Ann, who had a nose for impropriety, pounced on the fallen object. Seeing what it was she flew into a rage. She hated rock'n'roll with a fury which passeth all understanding.
"Look at this," she fumed, waving the vile object for all the class to see. "I told you this `music' was the work of Satan. This is from hell." Looking at the luridly coloured picture sleeve, she appeared to have a point. Here was the face of a crazed hillbilly, blond curls falling in his face. This alien visage was superimposed on a piano, around which danced bright yellow flames against a blood-red backdrop. Just before banishing Dan to the hall, Sister Ann raised the heathen thing over her head and broke it with a sickening snap, the memory of which can still make Dan Bourgoise wince 37 years later. His prize was gone before he could even hear it, and with it all his music money for the week.
Of course, the following week he immediately went out and bought another copy.

Courtesy "Mojo" MagazineBillboard November 1957