The Bear followed the history of "The King" AKA Elvis Presley during his recent trip across the USA. Check out what he found from his epic American road trip... Words & Photos: The Bear.
I’m not a music critic or a musician so you’re looking at the wrong person if you want to find out just why the King was the King, with not a single Pretender even in sight. It was time to head out to Northeast USA to pay respects one of the most well-known musicians ever!
The signboard at Elvis’ early home in Tupelo, Mississippi, USA is brief, but respectful.
I was too much of a jazz snob at the time to appreciate his stuff, but my girlfriend kept dragging me to his awful films and his work left its mark on me as it did on almost everyone else at the time. I mean, even Leonard Bernstein reckoned that “Elvis is the greatest cultural force in the twentieth century,” and he said that back in the ‘60s.
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People couldn’t agree about Elvis Aron (he changed it later to Aaron) Presley. Some people couldn’t even agree with themselves. “His kind of music is deplorable, a rancid smelling aphrodisiac… It fosters almost totally negative and destructive reactions in young people,” claimed Frank Sinatra when Elvis was starting out in the ‘50s. But when the King died in 1977, the Chairman of the Board said, “There have been many accolades uttered about Elvis’ talent and performances through the years, all of which I agree with wholeheartedly.”
My first visit to Tupelo, back in 1980 when I was on my around-the-world ride.
“A lot has been written and said about why he was so great, but I think the best way to appreciate his greatness is just to go back and play some of the old records… Time has a way of being very unkind to old records, but Elvis’ keep getting better and better.” That’s the front man of Huey Lewis and the News, who only gave up rock’n’roll when he went deaf at 67.
“I was too much of a jazz snob to appreciate his stuff, but my girlfriend kept dragging me to his awful films and his work left its mark on me as it did on almost everyone else at the time.”
So when I was in Memphis, I rode out along Elvis Presley Boulevard to Graceland to pay my respects. You can’t miss it, the signposting is literally amazing. And Graceland is a theme park now. On the side of the road opposite to the house there’s a huge car park – US$10 for even a motorcycle, may their greedy fingers rot – with Elvis’ aeroplanes off to one side. Then there is what might well be the world’s largest souvenir shop. You could furnish a house and have the King’s picture on everything in it. Here you buy a ticket for a shuttle bus which takes you across the road where you are sluiced through parts of Graceland itself.
The Elvis plaque in Memphis at a lookout that was one of his favourite places.
In the queue for the $US77 ticket, I suddenly thought “I don’t want to be here. This is not about the real Elvis.” I actually felt revolted and had to go out and have a bit of a sit down.
Then I got back onto the Boulevard and rode my Indian Springfield in the other direction, and turned west into Union Avenue to number 706, Sun Studios. Unlike the Graceland megaplex, Sun Studios looks pretty much the way it did when Elvis, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis and so many other greats cut their early records here. The small café downstairs is funky and well-priced and sells some souvenirs I would buy, unlike the Elvis ashtrays at Graceland. The tour cost US$14 and included an informative and clever guide.
There are ghosts of The King everywhere in Memphis. The Bear chose a fitting Indian Motorcycle for his journey.
Best of all, it felt real. Sun Studios is still used for recording sessions – at night – and you can imagine it. Best of all, there’s a cross on the floor where the vocalist used to stand and probably still stands. We were invited to take the position ourselves, and I swear I felt a ghostly smile when I sang (under my breath) “Train I ride sixteen coaches long…” This was a lot more like it.
Unlike the Graceland megaplex, Sun Studios looks pretty much the way it did when Elvis, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis and so many other greats cut their early records here.
The obvious thing to do then was to chase Elvis a little further. He may have lived in Hollywood and spent a lot of time in Las Vegas, but his track is obscured there by so many other performers. The hour and a half ride down to Tupelo, his birthplace, beckoned instead. Once you’re outside the Memphis conurbation on US78 and when you cross onto US22, the riding is about as relaxing and pleasant as it ever gets on the Interstates. The countryside is green, and the ride is an open invitation to ransack your memories of the King’s music. “Since my baby left me, I’ve found a new place to dwell…”
Elvis’ birthplace is a rather seriously restored two-room ‘shack’ on Elvis Presley Drive (of course) just off East Main Street in Tupelo, and although it sits among a museum, function centre and whatnot else Elvisish it doesn’t have a commercial feel to it – and you can walk right up to it and even into it without standing in a queue (depending on when you get there) and being confronted with cheaply-made souvenirs. Elvis only lived here until the beginning of his teenage years, but to me he is here much more than he could ever be among the tatt at Graceland.
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