August 17, 2005
i forgot about it
I should have blogged about this, but I forgot all about it. I remember exactly where I was 28 years ago when Elvis died. I was in Jamaica with a girl named Cheryl. We heard the news over the radio at Rick's Bar on the cliffs outside Negril.
That news depressed the hell out of me. Elvis was an icon of rock & roll, and falling off a toilet with a heart attack was an ignominious way for "The King" to die. Even though he became a drugged-out parody of himself by the end of his career, he had a BIG influence on music.
My mama worshipped him. Hell... I did, too.
Elvis never recorded a song he wrote himself. I don't think he knew more than three or four chords on a guitar. But he could sing ANYTHING and make it sound good. Plus, he had the kind of handsome looks that drove wimmen to wet their panties.
I should have remembered the anniversary of his death.
I was a recent high school graduate (and apartment-sitting for a former teacher of mine) I was in his apartment, about to feed his fish, water the plants, etc, when the news of Elvis's death came over the news.......
I was 2 years old. So I don't remember anything about his death, only that my grandmother worshipped the man. I don't think there was a square foot in their home that didn't have something to do with "The King" or the DallasCowboys.
I want to say I was 6 or 7. Nope, Elvis was held up to me as a poster boy for the war on drugs when I was a kid. Can you imagine telling your 6 or 7 yr old EXACTLY how he died?
Although not the first to record rock and roll Elvis no doubt made it what it is today. He is to rock what Hank Williams is to the country sound even if he didn't write music and couldn't play a guitar for shit. The preachers hated him, Ed Sullivan would only show him from the waist up, and I bought ever forty five he put out during the fifties. Wish I still had them.
I was in the middle of a training exercise in the Army. I hadn't had a shower in 6 days, hadn't shit in three. Something about that seemed right at the time.
I was training a new sales employee that had financial problems from a divorce. She had talked me into loaning her $1,000.00 and we were at the bank drive through window getting the money when it was announced that he had died.
She went into histerics. Her immotional level was like nothing I had ever seen. I had to take her home to greeve and she didn't show up for work for two weeks and she never got the money. I never would have gotten it back. Thanks to EP I saved a little chunk of cash.
I was 8 years old, living in Gadsden, Alabama.
I knew who Elvis was, but it just didn't mean very much to me then.
I love Elvis' songs now and would like to go to Graceland someday.
I was 14 yo living in Torrejon, Spain. (Yes, I am an Air Force brat!).
I was stationed at RAF Lakenheath in England when Elvis died. I was entering the chow hall (or as we used to call it the Scarf'n'Barf) for breakfast. It was all over the BBC and I think the Brits were more devestated by ith than the American Airmen.
Special editions of all the British tabloids. National day of mourning and all that.
Yeah it was something else to see how much his music changed and affected the rest of the world.