I recall precisely when I heard that Elvis had died. I was in the car with my mother, driving up State Road, getting ready to turn down Fairfax Road, to get to our house. It was a huge news bulletin on the radio. I don’t think my mother cried or anything (although she definitely loved Elvis, having grown up during the height of his career — the late ’50s and ’60s) but I do recall we were both stunned. I was seven.
On the anniversary of his death (August 16), I thought it appropriate to do something Elvis-related here. For starters, how about my personal (trust me, I know everyone has their own opinion on this, so don’t attack me) list of Elvis favorites (not best, not most popular, just MY favorites, and he didn’t necessarily release them all, by the way)…in no particular order:
- Suspicious Minds (1969)
- Are You Lonesome Tonight (1960)
- The Wonder of You (1970)
- One Night With You (1957)
- Memories (1969)
- That’s All Right (1954)
- Jailhouse Rock (1957)
- Love Me Tender (1956)
- Baby What You Want Me To Do (1968)
- Blue Christmas (1964)
Honorable Mentions: My Way, In the Ghetto, That’s All Right, Lawdy Miss Clawdy
If you’ve never had an opportunity to watch Elvis’ 1968 Comeback Special (the informal session), you are missing out! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched this in my lifetime (my mother had it on video).
Elvis is so charming, looks soooo good (in his black leather pants and jacket? rawr), and sings wonderfully. I think the best part of the special is the informal feel of it, the back-and-forth chatting, the Q & A, the whole attitude. It made Elvis “human,” if that makes sense.
I’ve never been to Graceland but I sure would love to visit.
There’s the “Jungle Room,” as well as Elvis’ gravesite (right next to his mother). His body was moved here due to security concerns.
I could never figure out WHY Elvis transformed into that schlocky, jumpsuit/rhinestone-wearing performer who was more of a caricature than an icon…it just seemed so wrong for someone of his stature. He was like a hot Liberace. Until he became a hot sloppy mess, then it was just sad. At least when this phase started, he still looked good. Just silly.
So, do you have any Elvis favorites?