A new movie titled “Elvis” hit the theaters this month. I wanted to see it since I grew up in the 50’s when the King of Rock & Roll began his musical career in 1954 with the release of a single titled “That’s All Right”. His music was described as ‘Rockabilly, an uptempo fusion of country and blues’; his dance style was called “Rubber legs” which drew lots of criticism as a threat to the morals of America’s youth. “Heartbreak Hotel” sold 10 million records in its first year. Elvis was born a twin, but his older brother Jesse was stillborn. They lived in public housing in a black neighborhood in Memphis and attended the Church of God which influenced his music style. He could not read music and did not write his own songs; however, he played the guitar and the piano by ear. RCA almost didn’t give him a contract because he couldn’t harmonize; his sound was his own and very unique. Many impersonators have made a living trying to copy Elvis, especially in Las Vegas where he appeared exclusively during the last few years of his life. The 60’s were mostly devoted to his movies and to a stint in the Army serving in the 3rd Armor Division in Germany. Years of prescription drug abuse and unhealthy eating and sleeping habits ruined his health and his marriage to Priscilla Beaulieu (daughter of his military commander); he died at 42 years of age at his home, Graceland, in Memphis, TN.
The movie had actual clips of Elvis’ family, Graceland, his movies, his performances, and his interviews. It was a candid picture of a young, talented, trusting, generous, shy performer who was betrayed by his family, his manager, his physician, as well as his own ambition. I enjoyed it because I loved his music; I actually attended one of his live concerts; I have visited Graceland, the Elvis museum, his airplane (named for his daughter, Lisa Marie) and Sun Studios. However, I wasn’t one of his screaming, hysterical, fanatical fans. I admired his talent. I recommend the movie, his music and movies, and a trip to Memphis to see Graceland.
