
Today (Thursday) is the 30th anniversary of The King's death. Do you remember where you were the day Elvis died?
I was a 28-year-old disk jockey living in the Azores. I was working the overnights (seems I've ALWAYS worked the overnights) and was just about to leave for work when the phone rang. It was my boss with the news. It must have shown on my face because my then-wife said, "Who died?"
My boss wanted me to produce a one-hour radio special on Elvis's life before I left work in the morning. OK. I only had to do a one-hour live "acid" rock show, a one-hour live country show, a three-hour live morning show, seven live five-minute newscasts and one live 15-minute newscast during my shift. No problemo.
The teletypes were churning out bio copy faster than I could read it and I had a full record library, so I played a lot of LONG album cuts like Tubular Bells and InAGaddaDaVida on my rock show. The stoners in the audience loved it. I managed to get the special produced and not only was it the first radio special to hit the airwaves in Europe, it went on to win an award.
That was a full-circle experience for me. A full-circle experience is one in which you were there for the beginning and the end. For instance, I was in Hawaii when the Unknown Soldier of the Vietnam War came through on a naval vessel bound for Arlington. And I was in Arlington when the same soldier was disinterred because he had been identified. I guess the ultimate full-circle experience would be your life. You are there at the beginning and at the end.
Anyway, the beginning of the Elvis experience for me was his first appearance on the Ed Sullivan show on September 9th, 1956. I was seven years old, but I distinctly remember being on the floor with the other kids and my parents on the couch. My mom was scandalized! Whenever my parents wanted to keep a secret from us, they spoke German. My secret was that I understood German. They had never seen anything like that before. And look where we have come. Elvis is kiddy stuff compared to the other "entertainment" we see on TV. But back then, people believed he would bring down the Republic.
Elvis would be 72 years old today. He was one of those people nobody imagined would ever grow old. And he didn't.
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A girlfriend once dragged me to a Heavy Elvis concert a few years before he died. The hall was packed with middle-aged housewives ACTING THE SAME WAY they did as when they were teens -- Screaming, crying, fainting, fighting each other over the scarves he threw from the stage...
HE WAS AND EVER WILL REMAIN--
THE KING!!
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Thank you. Thank you very much.
I think I do a better Elvis impersonation: Thangyew! Thangyewwarymuch.
I always enjoy when you let us take a glimpse into your memories. Thanks for sharing.
My past is almost a total blur. I couldn't write an autobiography to save my life. But I do have some specific memories going all the way back to infancy. Add to it that I lived much of my childhood under 19th century conditions, and it makes for some interesting stories.
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