there’s an Elvis story for everyone. and i love them all. he made music from his soul. he was told his music was terrible and yet he still made it. from a deeply buried desperation he pioneered a music that changed the world.
and at four-years-old my short-lived search for a career was over. i was going to make rock and roll.
in 1982 i watched Elvis Presley perform on stage.
but wait, what? huh? uh……
one night i was told to come into the den. a screen was set up and two chairs were on either side of the projector. as i sat down with a glass of milk Dad turned off the lights and started a record player. Elvis: As Recorded Live on Stage in Memphis began and suddenly, right there in front of me, a man in a white-sequined jumpsuit began winking, kicking, kissing, chopping his way through the hearts of every single person in this crowd. i was among them. it didn’t matter that the music i was hearing wasn’t the music being played on the screen. it was the same performer. it was the same band. it was magic. all caught on an 8 mm camera my father snuck into an Elvis concert.
nothing was the same again. i couldn’t get enough of Dad’s Elvis albums. i wanted to watch that concert over and over. fast-forward 16 years and i’m head-engineer at Cedar Creek Recording working on the same console that recorded the live album that started my journey.
remember the man today. i’m going to listen to what i consider the most soulful vocal performance ever captured. the end of this song gives me chills every time. from the ’68 Comeback Special, “If I Can Dream.”