tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13936748839197249802023-12-26T21:47:10.354+00:00PsychoInside, outside and back againAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.comBlogger299125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-32162919444814366182014-02-11T06:39:00.003+00:002014-02-11T06:39:37.109+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The thirteenth (and last) top Elvis book (in my list anyway)</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Elvis Presley, A Life In Music: The Complete Recording Sessions, by Ernst Jorgensen</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>Danish-born Ernst Jorgensen</b> wrote his first version of this book way back in the 1970s. At the time, he was just a fan, of Elvis but The Doors, too. Then he got into the music business and, in time, became an executive at BMG, RCA’s parent company. By the late 1980s, he was running Arista Denmark. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />In 1991, BMG, weary of US RCA’s loss-making sluggishness, sent its European executives over to revive its American operations. Jorgensen was appointed to run the Elvis reissue programme, which till then had been haphazard and incoherent. That was a result of market research, Jorgensen later explained. RCA’s diligent and accurate surveys found that ‘the typical Elvis consumer was a woman between the ages of 35 and 55, who was married to a blue-collar worker, and who was unwilling to spend more than $8 on an Elvis album. This research was taken as gospel at the time I arrived.’ </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Expecting to work on the Elvis catalogue for two or three years, he is still on it and still based in Denmark. He started by setting the RCA market surveys to one side and putting together a box set, The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll: The Complete 50s Masters. Budgeted to sell 20,000, it eventually did 400,000. Jorgensen did his job with taste and drive, compiling a series of box sets (Essential 60s Masters etc) and greatest hits compilations such as Elvis: 30 #1 Hits (2002). For the true believers, he created the Follow That Dream label which puts out soundboard recordings, outtakes and originally unissued soundtracks. By late 2013, there were more than 120 albums on the label, some of which were previously available as bootlegs and some of which were entirely new material.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Behind all these records, both the RCA compilations and the Follow That Dream specials, lay the scholarly rigour that Jorgensen brought to this book. It details every Elvis session, from his first amateur recording at Sun in 1953 to his final taped show at Rushmore Civic Centre, Rapid City on 21 June, 1977. Not only is it almost unimaginably detailed and accurate, it’s a book that reads well, too. Right through it runs the question that Jorgensen says he posed himself at every turn: ‘How do you explain that Elvis’ recording of Old MacDonald came out at the same time as his recording of Big Boss Man? How do you get these two to be part of the same artistic development?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />In 2010, Jorgensen put out the 711-track, 30 CD collection, The Complete Elvis Presley Masters. ‘The Mt Everest of my life,’ said Jorgensen. A limited edition of 1000, priced at $749, it sold out immediately. ‘The most wonderful thing that has ever happened in my professional life,’ said Jorgensen. The second edition is not numbered.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><br />Nothing is forever,</b> though, of course. In 2012, another unreleased Elvis track surfaced, his version of the Clovers’ Little Mama, recorded at the Louisiana Hayride on March 5, 1955. Jorgensen put that out on a Follow That Dream compilation, A Boy From Tupelo: The Complete 1953-55 Recordings. Though that 3-CD plus book collection is now sold out, you can find Little Mama — and other newly uncovered tracks on the Greatest Live Hits Of The 50s album put out by the English grey-market label, Memphis Recording Services.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Now</b> Buy the ebook/order the paperback direct from the publisher's <a href="http://rocket88books.com/products/essential-elvis" target="_blank">Rocket 88 site.</a> (You flip the drop-down menu to find the ebook, just £1.99. There is also a free ebook thing.) Or you can go to <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Essential-Elvis-Peter-Silverton-ebook/dp/B00H2TDFI6/ref=kinw_dp_ke" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, read the review ('outstanding' etc) then buy the ebook.</span> <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-63709011497319191082014-02-10T07:28:00.000+00:002014-02-10T07:28:52.281+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>The Truth About Elvis by Jess Stearn with Larry Geller </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br /><b>I put this in for two reasons</b>. One, a book written by a hairdresser-cum-spiritual-adviser is simply irresistible — its vulgarity is its grace. Two, it has this fabulously stupid painting of Elvis on the cover. Double-breasted, four-button-show white suit with lapels the size of albatross wings and flares as wide as the Pacific. With the sun doing service as a halo behind his head, Elvis looks down, humbly, and stretches out his hands like Jesus gathering up his flock. The final touch is the flash of lightning running from his right hand down into the clouds: part reference to the famous Michelangelo painting and art echo of the 1970s Elvis logo, Taking Care of Business — In A Flash.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Here's Larry and Elvis</b>, early and late period . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>Next</b> The book I referred to more than any other . . . written by a Doors fan of a Dane.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-74153047867459089822014-02-07T07:32:00.000+00:002014-02-07T07:32:45.358+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Elvis books eleven</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The Hitchhiker’s Guide To Elvis by Mick Farren</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br /><b>As Farren points out</b> in his introduction, he first heard Elvis in 1956 and has never been the same since. It’s an alphabetical catalogue of Elvisiana. Where else would you see — recorded with equal parts reverence and irreverence — the fact that Elvis hated fish so much he wouldn’t let his wife eat it while he was around? Or find the code words Elvis gave women to use so they were put straight through to him when they called Graceland? Ann-Margret was Thumper and Ursula Andress was Alan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Fish phobia? Naming one of the world’s sexiest women after a Disney rabbit? Let us be honest, a French psychoanalyst could base an entire career on exploring such facts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Next</b> Elvis and not a French analyst but the French penseur, Montaigne: <span class="st">“Peu d'hommes ont esté admirés par leurs domestiques.” Which, in the King's case, translates as 'No man is a hero to his hairdresser.'</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-2080949351363229142014-02-06T06:38:00.001+00:002014-02-06T06:39:26.588+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Top Elvis book number ten</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Elvis ’56: In The Beginning by Alfred Wertheimer</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>A 26-year-old photo-realis</b>t employed by RCA to take candid promo shots of their new star, Wertheimer made 3,800 photographs of Elvis over a period of two years. The best of them, collected in this book, comprise an astounding portrait of the artist as young sex star, full of distractingly rich detail. For example, there’s one of Elvis on the Chattanooga choo-choo to Memphis on Independence Day, 1956 in which you find yourself drawn as much by Elvis’ matching ring and watch band as by his intense stare. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Another, more obvious example, perhaps the best-known of all the photographs, has Elvis backstage with a gorgeous young girl, their tongues touching, half in play, half in lust. It looks so gorgeous, so innocent. You can’t help but find yourself wondering: what happened next? And what did she do with the rest of her life? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />In 2011, <a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2011/08/elvis-kiss-201108" target="_blank">in Vanity Fair magazine</a>, we finally found out. The young woman was Barbara Gray, by then a 75-year-old real estate agent with four marriages behind her. At the time the photo was taken, at the Mosque Theatre in Richmond, Virginia, she was 20-year-old Bobbi Owens — her maiden name. According to writer Alanna Nash, she was an ‘unabashed party girl’, a sometime dancer, sometime shoe saleswoman. ‘I was very thin and very stacked,’ she said. The Elvis picture was far from the only colourful moment in the tale she told. Raped at 12, she had her first child at 16. By 17, she was divorced and hustling. ‘I was a pretty loose gal. Then I started waking up to the fact I was a whore.’ </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">After a spell nude modelling in Los Angeles, she returned to the south. By the time Elvis met her she was a ‘show-off dancer’ at the Carriage Club in Charleston. That evening was the only time she and Elvis spent together. They didn’t have sex, she said. Later, she dated two of Liberace’s boyfriends, had a fight with Zsa Zsa Gabor, worked for sexy underwear shop, Frederick’s of Hollywood and, in time, turned to God. Eventually, in spring 2011, she contacted Wertheimer, convinced him she was the girl in his pictures and sold him her rights for $2,000, an affidavit confirming her story and a small set of signed books and prints.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Private Elvis by Diego Cortez</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> </b></span><br />The first arty wacko Elvis book, it came out soon enough after his death to retain a breath of originality. The book was launched, in New York, with a real downtown art show — everyone dressed in black, a high ratio of junkies and friends of Brian Eno, maps on the wall seeking to ‘demonstrate’ the supposed topological similarity between Memphis and Stuttgart. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Even without the surrounding arty hoopla, the pictures alone are striking enough — amateur monochromes of Elvis in the army. Girls hang on his arm expectantly, mouths open with sexual possibilities. These candid, revelatory narratives are given added depth by the knowledge that, at the same time, Elvis had yet another, even more private life. He was courting the 14-year-old daughter of one of his senior officers, the future virgin(ish) bride, Priscilla. By contrast, these greasy snapshots with semi-professional German girls make him seem an almost-normal young man on the prowl. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">For the film of the book — which, more than three decades on, has yet to emerge — Joe Strummer recorded two versions of Heartbreak Hotel, both of them radical and attractive recastings of the original.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The Elvis Reader: Texts And Sources On The King Of Rock ’n’ Roll, ed. Kevin Quain</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>A collection</b> that successfully straddles an uncomfortable divide — academia and journalism. It includes both some of the best well-known writing on Elvis — extracts from the Goldman book, Lester Bangs’ Where Were You When Elvis Died?, Stanley Booth’s A Hound Dog, To The Manor Born — and some of the undeservedly obscure — notably a couple of very early pieces from Harper’s magazine. Its taste is fine, though perhaps a little predictable, and its sweep wide, though perhaps a little heavy on Elvis’ death.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-43440803842961742822014-02-03T06:58:00.002+00:002014-02-03T06:58:26.333+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Elvis bestest books number seven</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The Two Kings by AJ Jacobs </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>In 1974</b>, according to his hairdresser, Elvis said he believed he was Jesus Christ. This beauteous blasphemy of a book highlights the ‘uncanny’ similarities between <a href="http://www.asos.com/Men/Sale/A-To-Z-Of-Brands/Elvis-Jesus/Cat/pgecategory.aspx?utm_source=google&utm_medium=ppc&utm_term=elvis%20jesus&utm_content=&utm_campaign=&cvosrc=ppc.google.elvis%20jesus&matchtype=e&network=g&mobile=&search=1&content=&creative=32223144759&keyword=elvis%20jesus&adposition=1t1&cid=8478&wt.srch=1&affid=5571&gclid=CNOQsMqsr7wCFWLHtAodQx4AKw&r=2#parentID=-1&pge=0&pgeSize=-1&sort=-1" target="_blank">Elvis and Jesus</a>. ‘Jesus was a carpenter’ it states. Then: ‘Elvis majored in woodwork.’ Both Elvis and Jesus, of course, made famous, unexpected comebacks. Jesus, in Jerusalem to Mary Magdalene, three days after his apparent death on Calvary. Elvis, in Burbank, to millions of TV viewers five years after his apparent artistic death in Hollywood. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />A better worked and more plausible conceit than Don DeLillo’s in White Noise which is, essentially: Elvis and Hitler, they were both Mama’s boys. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>Now</b> Buy the absolute bestest Elvis book, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Essential-Elvis-Peter-Silverton/dp/1906615861/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1391409852&sr=8-2&keywords=essential+elvis" target="_blank">mine, Essential Elvis. PS It's cheap, only £1.99 as download. Buy it. Buy it now. Don't take my word for it. Just ask yourself what would Elvis do? Or Jesus. Or both . . .</a></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Best Elvis books ever: numbers five & six</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The definitive biography in two volumes, as warm and loving as Goldman is bitter and twisted. Goldman’s Elvis is a half-wit who lucked out. Guralnick’s Elvis is a singer who knew what he was trying to do and worked hard at it, in the studio at least, effectively becoming the first self-produced pop performer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />So much serious (and ironic) Elvis commentary is based on duality. On one hand, the drug addict, on the other, the honorary narcotics agent. Lover of heavy-bodied Mama Gladys and also of pornos featuring heavy-bodied Gladys-like Mama figures fighting like hell-cats. The vibrant young iconoclast versus the ageing, bloated everyman. And, above all, the original duality, Elvis and his stillborn twin, Jesse. Whatever the merits of Guralnick’s biography — and they are overwhelming — it can also be read as the good twin to the bad twin of Goldman’s Elvis. The two portraits of the subject are different enough to make hardened doubters believe in parallel universes — the Sun King versus the Scum King. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Erudite, sweet-hearted and exhaustive — not to say occasionally exhausting — Guralnick’s first volume takes the story up to Elvis’ departure for Germany in September 1958. ‘This book cancels out all others,’ was Bob Dylan’s judgment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The second volume finishes the story. Which is a telling fact — four years of Elvis’ artistic career stretched across the first book, the remaining nineteen years squashed into the second. Aesthetically justified or not, it highlights Guralnick’s uneasiness at dealing with pop. The evil twin barely gets a look-in. Sometimes you can’t help but feel he overvalues sincerity, honesty and authenticity at the expense of pop’s other life-affirming demons: lust, avarice, exhibitionism. To put it another way, he wouldn’t know a great jacket if you bought it for him. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-90124518092018327142014-01-30T07:24:00.001+00:002014-01-30T07:24:12.951+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Elvis In His Own Words by Mick Farren and Pearce Marchbank, Omnibus, 1977</span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>A quickie post-death </b>book of real quality. Lots and lots of black and white photographs, arranged and displayed by one of Britain’s best graphic designers and annotated by one of Britain’s best music journalists. The rest is just what it says in the title — Elvis’ very few interviews arranged in chronological order to produce something like a mini-autobiography.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And now <b>today's picture of Elvis</b> . . . in a Crouch End window display. The King lives in Nappy Valley!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>RIP </b><a href="http://www.theguardian.com/music/2013/jul/29/mick-farren" target="_blank">Mick Farren</a> who died earlier this year, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">just off Charing Cross Road, having</span> collapsing onstage while playing with his final bunch of Deviants. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-70812534301868544312014-01-29T07:32:00.002+00:002014-01-29T07:36:10.212+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The best of Elvis books, number three</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Graceland: The Living Legacy Of Elvis Presley, by Chet Flippo</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>The Homes & Gardens version</b> of the King’s life. Lavishly lifeless photographs of Graceland’s decor and the contents of the Elvis collections on the other side of Elvis Presley Boulevard. An excellent reminder of the truly fabulous vulgarity of Graceland, with scalpel-sharp text by Flippo. Just one little detail is missing. A picture of the toilet where he died. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>There are cod and funny pictures </b>of Elvis' toilet all over but you won't find a real one. In fact, there has never been a posthumous picture published of not just Elvis' toilet but of the whole upstairs, private section of Graceland. It remains sacrosant and unseen, not just by</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> the 600,000 annual visitors but by non-civilians ones, too. Their requests for tours of Elvis' home quarters are always rebuffed. Even President Clinton was <a href="http://www.linkydinky.com/graceland/" target="_blank">turned down.</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There are, though, <b>pictures that were taken before his death</b> — and, apparently, it has been left just as it was. Perfectly. Here is an old shot of the bathrooom. Still no toilet, though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>And</b> here is a different kind of private Elvis picture instead . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was taken by <b>Jane Rule Burdine</b>, an artist from the Mississippi hill country where Elvis was born.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Now .</b> . . buy the essential Elvis book, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Essential-Elvis-Peter-Silverton-ebook/dp/B00H2TDFI6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1390980645&sr=8-1&keywords=essential+elvis+kindle" target="_blank">mine</a>. 'An absolute must for any fan of the King.'</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-55349245135161429732014-01-21T14:49:00.000+00:002014-01-21T14:55:10.878+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Mystery Train by Greil Marcus</span><br /> </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>It’s old —</b> written while Elvis was alive. It’s not just about Elvis — there are three other major essays in it, on The Band, Sly Stone and Randy Newman (well before his Toy Story days, naturally). It’s too often pretentious — even such an original brain and fine writer as Greil Marcus should restrain from sharing his dreams and daydreams with the reader. Yet it is still one of the best things ever published about Elvis. The selective discography was ground-breakingly intelligent and informative when it was first published and it’s still the best beginner’s guide both to the highlights of Elvis’ career and to the blues and country music that stood behind his innovations. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />The long essay on Elvis — which came out at a time when his career was at an all-time nadir — offered the first detailed chronicle of the Sun recordings, the first reconsideration of his later work and a string of bright, sharp comments. An example: ‘To Elvis, Watergate would have been something like a cosmic paternity suit.’ As with a lot of Marcus’ stuff, it’s not even a case of not being sure if I agree with it so much as not even having a clue what he’s on about. But it sounds like it means something. And it made me laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And here is a picture of Elvis just down the road from the nearest train stop to his parents' house in Memphis. (I know it looks like a fake. Or one of Paul Graham's slow-jolting pictures of America on foot. But it's not. It's real and genuine and 1956, taken by Alfred Wertheimer, of whom there will be more soon.)</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-24946847650598556942014-01-13T10:41:00.005+00:002014-01-13T10:41:51.323+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Number one: </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The Goldman gospels</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Elvis by Albert Goldman, McGraw-Hill, 1981</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><br />Elvis: The Last 24 Hours by Albert Goldman, St Martin’s Press, 1991</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> </b><br /><b>Portrait of the artist as ageing, racist voyeur,</b> addicted to pharmaceutical morphine and peanut butter. To the true believer, Goldman is the anti-Christ, purveyor of filth and lies. To the sceptical fan, he’s got all the details right while completely missing the overall picture. There has never been a serious challenge to his research but the book never gets to grips with the most obvious of its own rationales: if Elvis was so stupidly unimportant, why did the publishers think it worth paying such a vast advance?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />The book’s unrelenting dyspepsia does have its own artistic integrity. There’s a fascination to reading Goldman’s obsessive rantings and a perverse syllogistic logic to his central aesthetic judgment: that Elvis was a non-talent because he wasn’t black. Goldman’s emotional extension of this is: and that was Elvis’ own fault!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />That Goldman himself choked to death on the free food of a first-class airline flight is one of fate’s more vulgar jokes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>PS </b>Here is an image a google search turned up. The young woman seems to be named Elvis Goldman. Doesn't seem to have anything in common with either of her namesakes, though. Unlike the original Elvis, her black hair appears to be natural. And unlike Goldman the biographer, she doesn't seem to need glasses.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-87495746470222625692014-01-11T12:29:00.003+00:002014-01-11T12:31:56.973+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Another bit of my <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Essential-Elvis-Peter-Silverton-ebook/dp/B00H2TDFI6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1389442094&sr=8-1&keywords=essential+elvis+kindle" target="_blank">Essential Elvis</a> </b>manuscript that didn't make it into the final version was my list of the best Elvis books. The list was in the first edition but in a far briefer form. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, over the coming days (maybe weeks), I will be posting here on what I reckon are the best Elvis books.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Johnny Ramone's</b> list of the best Elvis books. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The late Ramone brother kept extensive lists in notebooks. Here is his Elvis book top ten.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>1. Last Train to Memphis</b> (Peter Guralnik) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>2. Careless Love</b> (Peter Guralnik)<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>3. Elvis Up Close<span class="lrg bold">: In the Words of Those Who Knew Him Best</span></b> <span class="med reg">(Rose Clayton and Dick Heard)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>4. Elvis Aaron Presley: Revelations From the Memphis Mafia</b> (<span class="med reg">Alanna Nash)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>5. That’s Alright Elvis</b> (<span class="contributorNameTrigger">Scotty Moore and<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Thats-Alright-Elvis-Guitarist-Manager/dp/0825673194#"><span class="contributorChevron" style="margin-left: 5px;"><span class="swSprite s_chevron"></span></span></a></span><span class="byLinePipe"></span>
<span class="contributorNameTrigger">James Dickerson</span>)<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>6. Elvis: What Happened?</b> (<span class="med reg">Red West and Steve Dunleavy)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>7. All About Elvis</b> (<span class="med reg">Fred L. Worth and Steve D. Tamerius)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>8. The Elvis Encyclopedia</b> (Adam Victor)<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>9. Down at the End of Lonely Street</b> (<span class="med reg">Peter Harry Brown and Pat H. Broeske)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>10. The Elvis Atlas</b><span class="med reg"> (Michael Gray and Roger Osborne)</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">His favorite Elvis songs . . .</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. Don't Be Cruel, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. Can't Help Falling In Love, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">3. Baby Let's Play House, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4. Viva Las Vegas, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">5. Are You Lonesome
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>His favourite singers . . .</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. Elvis</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. Bing Crosby</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">3. Roy Orbison</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4. Gene Pitney</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">5. The Everly Brothers </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>His favourite Elvis movies . . .</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. Loving You</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. Jailhouse Rock</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">3. King Creole</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4. Viva Las Vegas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">5. Follow That Dream</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">6. Kid Galahad</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">7. Love Me Tender</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">8. Kissin' Cousins</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">9. Elvis: That's the Way It Is</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">10. G.I. Blues</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Here </b>is a <a href="http://video.ktla.com/?ndn.trackingGroup=91045&ndn.siteSection=ktla_morningnews&ndn.videoId=25030768&freewheel=91045&sitesection=ktla_morningnews&vid=25030768" target="_blank">little film of Johnny's Elvis room</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>So </b>did the Ramones ever cover an Elvis song? It seems not. For sure, there isn't one on the quite wonderful Ace records compilation, <a href="http://acerecords.co.uk/the-ramones-heard-them-here-first" target="_blank">The Ramones Heard Them Here First.</a><b> </b>They did, though, do this quite wonderful version of a Tom Waits song . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Next</b> You'll be able to see how my favourites compare with da brudder's. Hint: the first one is not on Johnny's list.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Meantime</b> . . . buy <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Essential-Elvis-Peter-Silverton-ebook/dp/B00H2TDFI6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1389442094&sr=8-1&keywords=essential+elvis+kindle" target="_blank">the book</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Happy birthday, Elvis . . .</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>You would have been seventy-nine.</b> Time to get other people to do your work for you. So here are some ideas . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The ten best Elvis cover versions (okay, my ten favourites), in alphabetical order <br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Always On My Mind</b> Pet Shop Boys</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Blue Hawaii</b> Willie Nelson</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Can’t Help Falling In Love</b> Bono</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Jailhouse Rock</b> John Mellencamp</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Little Sister</b> Ry Cooder</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Mystery Train</b> The Band</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Mystery Train</b> Helen Watson</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sorry, there is no YouTube on this so I have posted another Helen Watson cover of another Memphis wonder, Percy Sledge's Out Of Left Field (1967), written by Dan Penn and Spooner Oldham.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Suspicious Minds</b> Candi Staton </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Viva Las Vegas</b> Shawn Colvin</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Viva Las Vegas</b> ZZ Top<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/gOoKzw3JSCM?rel=0" width="560"></iframe> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And the best song about Elvis . . .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>Blue Moon Revisited (Song For Elvis)</b> Cowboy Junkies</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Now buy the book (Essential Elvis) <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Essential-Elvis-Peter-Silverton-ebook/dp/B00H2TDFI6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1389268514&sr=8-1&keywords=essential+elvis+kindle" target="_blank">here</a></b></span><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Essential-Elvis-Peter-Silverton-ebook/dp/B00H2TDFI6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1389268514&sr=8-1&keywords=essential+elvis+kindle" target="_blank"> </a></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Z is for Also Sprach Zarathustra</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>The music to which Elvi</b>s arrived onstage in his 1970s concerts. Its first appearance seems to have been his New York live debut, at Madison Square Garden, on 10 June, 1972. The first song he played that night was his first single, That’s All Right.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Given modern fame by its use in the film 2001: A Space Odyssey, Also Sprach Zarathustra is a tone poem by German composer Richard Strauss (1864-1949). He wrote it in 1896, using twelve-note material twelve years before Schoenberg. Originally subtitled ‘Symphonic optimism in fin-de-siècle form dedicated to the 20th Century’, it depicts the ‘division between nature and men and the attempt to liberate the individual through laughter’. This portrait is elaborated, in the composer’s words, by alternating the two remotest keys, C Major, which represents nature, and B Major, which stands for humanity, then bringing them together at the end of the piece. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />The opening theme (which is all you got to hear at an Elvis concert) was described by Strauss thus: ‘The sun rises. The individual enters the world or the world enters the individual.’ Sun? Individual entering the world? On your marks, Elvis academics and conspiracy theorists.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Strauss’ piece, for which he was paid 3,200 marks, was ‘freely based’ on the epic prose poem of the same title written by German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), one of whose tenets was Only The Strong Survive — a thesis elaborated by Elvis on his 1969 version of the Jerry Butler song. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Nietzsche also wrote about the importance of the ‘Dionysian value-standard’. Many commentators have pointed to the similarity between the atmosphere of early Elvis shows and Dionysian ritual celebrations in ancient Greece. Van K Brock, for example, in Images Of Elvis, The South And America, wrote that ‘Pentecostalism, like Rock, is a Dionysian cult; offering similar ecstatic release in response to frenzied stimuli’. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />But the core of Nietzsche’s thought, and the one that earned him the blame for providing philosophical and moral underpinning for Nazism, was the concept of the Ubermensch. There is no evidence that Elvis ever studied Nietzsche — which is perhaps surprising given his interest in books of metaphysical pensées such as, according to his hairdresser and ‘intimate spiritual adviser’ Larry Geller, The Impersonal Life by Joseph Benner. It is easy, though, to imagine him sitting on the toilet in Graceland pondering Nietzsche’s dream of ‘the possibility of the emergence of exceptional human beings capable of an independence and creativity elevating them beyond the level of the general human rule’. Elvis was, in his own way, always asking himself about that, ever transfixed by the same questions. Why me, Lord? Why was I given this talent? Was I sent to save? If so, why do I feel so empty, so emptied even?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Like Elvis, Nietzsche died young (56) and spent the last part of his life in seclusion — though in his case it was twelve years in a mental hospital, his brain destroyed by the syphilis which would kill him four years after Strauss’ tone poem debuted. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />So what was so significant to Elvis about Also Sprach Zarathustra that he chose it as his theme tune? Ed Parker, one of Elvis’ spiritual ‘mentors’ and karate instructors told Brock, ‘that as far as he knew Elvis simply liked the movements and rhythm of the music.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Next up</b> Now the A-Z is over . . . maybe some more Elvis stuff, maybe some more stuff about the greatest songs in the world ever<br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yoga Is As Yoga Does is a song featured in Easy Come, Easy Go, the first of the three 1967 Elvis films. It features an encounter with some hippies — hence the modish subject matter of the song. In the movie, Elvis played a frogman and sang the yoga song as a duet with Elsa Lanchester, an actress previously linked with Frankenstein (she played the monster’s bride in The Bride Of Frankenstein) and Charles Laughton (she was both the homosexual actor’s fictional wife, Anne of Cleves in his Private Life Of Henry VIII and his real wife). <br /> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Laughton himself was also linked with Elvis. He was the substitute host on Elvis’ first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show — Sullivan was recovering from a car accident — on 9 September 1956. Elvis sang Don’t Be Cruel and after he’d finished Laughton commented, laughingly: ‘Well, what did someone say? Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast?’<br /> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Laughton died in 1962. In 1964 Elsa Lanchester acted in Mary Poppins. In 1986, she was in Die Laughing — and then died.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Elvis recorded many other strikingly titled songs, most of them for his movies and many of them collected on the bootleg album Elvis’ Greatest Shit! (Dog Vomit, Sux 005, 1984): Dominic The Impotent Bull, Smorgasbord, Queenie Wahini’s Papaya, Petunia The Gardener’s Daughter, Fort Lauderdale Chamber Of Commerce, There’s No Room To Rhumba In A Sports Car and You Can’t Say No In Acapulco — the last pair both being cut on the same memorable January day in 1963.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-23117035110923296482013-12-24T20:59:00.002+00:002013-12-24T20:59:48.368+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>In 1957,</b> the American magazine Harper’s reported that in Russia, bootleg Elvis records, cut on hospital X-ray plates were selling for $12.50 each. This story has been repeated verbatim ever since. Wondering how you cut recorded music into something as hard as a glass X-ray plate, I called a leading expert in record cutting at his London studio. He confirmed my doubts in two words from the start of the alphabet. A was for ‘absolute’ and B was for ‘bollocks’.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-36619622245799841422013-12-23T11:26:00.000+00:002013-12-23T11:26:09.791+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><br />Was Red West the most important man in Elvis’ life?</b> West himself says they were best friends at Humes High and that he saved Elvis from getting beaten up by football players angered by his haircut. ‘I really felt sorry for him,’ said West. ‘He seemed very lonely and had no real friends.’ West worked as Elvis’ bodyguard in the early Sun days. When Elvis joined the army, West went with him to Germany. When he left, West and his cousin Sonny were taken on as bodyguards and full-time founder members of the Memphis Mafia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">According to some sources, in 1961 Elvis commissioned West to write his first professional composition, That’s Someone You Never Forget, a song about the most important woman in his life — his mother. (In all, Elvis recorded eight of West’s songs.)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />West says he was the one who told Elvis that Priscilla was having an affair with her karate teacher, Mike Stone. At which point, Elvis asked West to hire a hit man to kill her. He hired one for $10,000 — he says — but Elvis changed his mind, and decided not to have his wife murdered. Next, West wrote a song about the break-up, Separate Ways, and gave it to Elvis who made it the title track of his next album. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Then, on 13 July 1976, West — along with Sonny and another bodyguard member of the Memphis Mafia, Dave Hebler — was fired, by Elvis’ father Vernon, either because he’d been beating up Elvis fans or because he was helping service Elvis with drugs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />The entourage’s revenge was to write the first exposé of their former boss’s junkiedom, Elvis — What Happened?. Elvis heard about the book and tried to buy them off. When that failed he addressed the problem at his very last Las Vegas show, on 2 December 1976, in a monologue to the audience — who, as the revelations were not yet public, can have had little idea what he was on about. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />It was Elvis at his most fork-tongued. ‘I’ve just returned from New York where I attended a meeting of the International Federation Of Narcotics Agents and I’ve been awarded honorary membership, ladies and gentlemen. I don’t pay any attention to movie magazines or newspapers because in my case they make the stories up. When I hear the rumours flying around, I get sick. In this day and age, you can’t even get sick. They said I was strung out on heroin and I’ve never been strung out on anything but music. If I ever find out who started that I’ll knock their goddam head off, the son of a bitch. That is dangerous to me, my family, my friends and my little girl. If I find out who started this, maids or room clerks or freaks that carry your luggage up, I’ll rip their tongues out by the roots! Now I’ll sing Blue Hawaii from the movie.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />When it came time to promote the book, West was forthright. Elvis, he said, ‘takes pills to go to sleep. He takes pills to get up. He takes pills to go to the john.’ In another interview, Hebler said of Elvis: ‘It seems he is bent on death.’ The book was published on 1 August 1977. Fifteen days later, Elvis was dead. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-75060083588041295212013-12-22T19:20:00.000+00:002013-12-22T19:20:29.035+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />In 1956, The Catholic Sun described Elvis’ music as a ‘voodoo of frustration and defiance’.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-88125699851370229602013-12-21T12:35:00.000+00:002013-12-21T12:35:28.690+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>U is for Uncle Silas Payne</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> </b></span><br /><b>Sam Phillips</b> grew up on the family farm outside Florence, Alabama. One of the workers was an old, blind, black man known as <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uncle-Silas-Payne/dp/B0097UOBFY" target="_blank">Uncle Silas Payne.</a> He taught young Sam about music, about the power of what Sam later called ‘genuine, untutored Negro’ music. When Sam started his own record company he remembered what Uncle Silas had taught him and went looking for ‘Negroes with mud on their boots and patches in their overalls, battered instruments and unfettered techniques’. He found them and recorded them. Then he found Elvis and taught him what Uncle Silas had taught him. As has often been said, Uncle Silas is the secret hero of the whole story.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-59892595667788654622013-12-20T20:55:00.000+00:002013-12-20T20:55:20.406+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Here is the tracklisting</b> for you if you downloaded my Xmas 2013 Dropbox folder. If you didn't get that hook-up and want it, let me know, either via direct email or a comment on this page.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As to details, well, I may or may not write some sleevenotes and do a proper CD cover. But I do know that tomorrow I will post the next section of the Elvis A-Z and that on Christmas Day there will be a gift for you all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>1 Silver Bells</b> Bing Crosby (1950)<br /><br /><b>2 Christmas at the Airport</b> Nick Lowe (2013)<br /><b><br />3 Up On The Housetop</b> Pomplamoose (2010)<br /><br /><b>4 Frosty The Snowman</b> Fiona Apple (2008)<br /><br /><b>5 Christmas Day With Me</b> Laura Vane & the Vipertones (2009)<br /><b><br />6 Merry Merry Christmas</b> Alton Ellis & The Lipsticks (1972)<br /><br /><b>7 White Christmas</b> Elvis Presley (1957)<br /><b><br />8 I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus</b> John Prine (1994)<br /><br /><b>9 Christmas In Prison </b>Emmy the Great featuring Lightspeed Champion (2006)<br /><br /><b>10 Grateful For Christmas</b> Hayes Carll (2011)<br /><br /><b>11 Call Collect On Christmas</b> Del McCoury (2005)<br /><br /><b>12 I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day</b> Nick Lowe (2013)<br /><br /><b>13 I Wrote To Santa Claus</b> Huey Smith Piano & Clowns (1962)<br /><br /><b>14 Christmas Blues</b> Canned Heat (1968)<br /><b><br />15 Rocket Ship Santa</b> The BellRays feat. Lisa Kekaula, Tony Fate and Bob Vennum (2005)<br /><br /><b>16 A Five Pound Box Of Money</b> Pearl Bailey (1959)<br /><br /><b>17 Baby It's Cold Outside</b> Ella Fitzgerald And Louis Jordan (1949)<br /><br /><b>18 Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)</b> The Raveonettes (2008)<br /><br /><b>19 Cold White Christmas </b>Casiotone For The Painfully Alone (2006)<br /><b><br />20 Christmas Dirge</b> Nellie McKay (2007)<br /><b><br />21 Christmas Rhapsody</b> Pledge Drive (2003)<br /><br /><b>22 How Will You Spend Christmas?</b> Rev AW Nix (1930) </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-30233642456214168362013-12-20T15:55:00.002+00:002013-12-20T15:55:37.544+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>T is for Trapani, Sicily, and Tesco, Stroud Green Road, London N4</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br />When Elvis died,</b> I was staying at a fly-blown hotel in Trapani, Sicily. I saw the headline on an Italian newspaper. At the time, I was living in north London, on the southern reaches of Crouch End, and did my shopping at the Tesco supermarket in Stroud Green Road. Now read this e-mail which I found at the now defunct website, elvissightings.com. It was posted on Thursday, 13 February 1997 at 19:30:58 (EST), by Clare Mac mc629@gre.ac.uk. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />‘I saw Elvis this morning at Tesco on Stroud Green Road in London N4. He was buying some low-fat cottage cheese with pineapple. He was wearing a shell suit and white socks with red stripes tucked over the bottom of his trousers!! This proving the King is alive and well and living near Finsbury Park.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>Trapani, Tesco, Thursday </b>— spooky, huh? If that's not enough for you, here is an Elvis impersonator whose surname is Trapani.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Tomorrow</b> The man who invented rock'n'roll. Clue: it's not Elvis and it starts with a 'u'.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-33372665095163210192013-12-19T12:31:00.000+00:002013-12-19T12:31:05.077+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Scatter</b> was Elvis’ pet chimpanzee who lived the life of a country song in Graceland. When Elvis got bored with the chimp, the Memphis Mafia took over his care, dressing him in human clothes and introducing him to hard liquor. He became a violent alcoholic and died of cirrhosis of the liver.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Of course. One day, someone complimented Sam Phillips on his talents as a record producer. ‘Producing?’ said Sam. ‘I don’t know anything about producing records. But if you want to make some Rock ’n’ Roll music, I can reach down and pull it out of your asshole.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Tomorrow</b> S is for Elvis' favourite pet<br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Two questions</b> posed to Elvis at one of his last press conferences.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>Q</b> What about the rumour that you once shot your mother?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>A</b> Well, I believe that one takes the cake. That’s the funniest one I ever heard.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b>Q</b> Do you smoke marijuana to help work yourself into a frenzy?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Tomorrow</b> . . . R is for Rock ’n’ Roll<br /></span></div>
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