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Elvis died on 16 August 1977. The Times has a comprehensive retrospective here with many video links and a reexamination of his career and the potential he did/did not live up to. (Obligatory fried banana sandwich recipe included.)

Bob Stanley reviews a book by Jerry Schilling, one of Elvis’s close friends. According to Schilling, the “real” Elvis yearned to break out of the cheesy movies he was contracted to do, to do anything to avoid a tragic fate he could see coming all too clearly:

By 1965, [Jerry] Schilling was in his hero’s employ, at a time when Elvis had been eclipsed by the Beatles and Bob Dylan and was rapidly becoming an anachronism who churned out vapid movies. “He wanted to grow like any of us,” says Schilling, “but the machinery wasn’t built that way.”

Audio interlude: Something wonderful here, the audience give and take, something in the joy and vocal play…

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Bob Stanley continues:

While the songs of [his] twilight years are often dismissed as schmaltz, they are just as much a part of the real Elvis as “Jailhouse Rock” or “Hound Dog.” Elvis’s taste in music extended way beyond the R&B/hillbilly fusion that made his name. […] But gospel remained his music of choice and often brought out his best performances—the fire he poured into mid-Seventies renditions of “Hurt” and “Unchained Melody” was normally reserved for numbers such as “How Great Thou Art” and the show-stopping “American Trilogy.”

So much promise, so many obstacles both internal and external. Did he rip off contemporary black musicians? Was he schmaltzy? What is his place in history as a musician, rather than as a performer? All this controversy obscures the fact that he left some incredible moments of music: the man could entertain, and his voice would emote and soar with that seriously gorgeous head resonance and bass tone. You can feel the man wanted to jam, he just never got there.

Our relationship with blue-eyed soul/white gospel singers is fraught with social complexities that just don’t seem to disappear, do they? And the music industry/management does have a way of chewing up some good old boys…

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Reading about Elvis always makes me hungry. What is it about Southern boys and carb cravings? Yum.
 

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