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09 October 2008
Do you have a favorite Elvis song?This is mine. It reminds me of listening to music on AM radio when I was a kid in the 1970s.
Blue Moon is just one of the coolest songs ever recorded. When my wife and I talked about what "our song" would be at the wedding, we both immediately said Blue Moon, and that was that.
The Waylon Jennings / Jesse Coulter version of Suspicious Minds is one of those seminal memories for me. My father was stationed at one of the war colleges when I was about 7. The officers in his class used to take their families to one of the rec beaches for short vacations. One of the officers in his class was one of the only single adult men my parents knew--as far as I knew anyway. He was handsome and young (probably no younger than my dad, but I didn't know that), handsome and a helicopter pilot. I remember him snorkling on that trip, with a Korean officer, and catching octopus, which we ate.
He had a girlfriend with him. I suppose she was more than a girlfriend, as she and her daughter took each reassignment with him. She had Jacklyn Smith hair and long legs.
You know, I was a kid. I knew my parents loved each other because they were my parents. Also, they were affectionate, went on dates and had parties together. They shared private jokes and memories. But they were my parents; I never thought about it, never noticed.
But the helicopter pilot and the young brunette? They were in love. You could tell. I suppose it could just be I'd never noticed adults who weren't someone's parents, being people. I remember around the camp fire one night, my father put "The Outlaws" in the tape player and when "Suspicious Minds" came on, the helicopter pilot dragged his girl out of the tent, laughing and protesting, and he made her dance with him, singing in her face, until she swatted him and went away, with that affectionate-annoyed-embarrassed by the public display face.
You know, it was the kind of thing you saw on the teevee, not in life. I always remembered it.
Not that I don't like Elvis (I think Little Sister is my favorite, because it's so much of its time). But.
Poke Salad Annie. He didn't write it but sure liked to sing it.
Poke salad Annie, 'gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause her mama was aworkin' on the chain-gang
(a wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,
Lord have mercy. Pick a mess of it)
One summer, I was in summer school. Summer school was at one of the elementaries, and kids from every school were gathered at this one school for 8 weeks, half a day. My mom sent me every summer, to get me out of her hair, I guess.
There was this teacher there named Mr. Sendak. When "Return to Sender" came out, I always heard it as "Return to Sendak" and wondered why Elvis would have made a record about this teacher. . .
Suspicious Minds for me too. It's special for my lady and I, which is a little weird, I'll grant, given that we don't have any trust issues whatsoever.
Man, I'm not having good luck with me vs. I today. You know what's terrible? When you take the time to actually preview your post, confirm that it's great, and then, RIGHT as the page is loading, you realize you effed it all up.
My favorite Elvis recording is Clean Up Your Own Back Yard. It's a Mac Davis penned song from the soundtrack to the 1969 film, the Trouble With Girls. I recall a version without the backing vocals that was a little rougher, but I have no clue where I heard it.
Number two would go all the back to the beginning, "That's Alright Mama". That song still smokes today.
i have to say Suspicious Minds, too, but he's got a different song to fit many a mood, be it campy or sincere.
For some reason In The Ghetto almost always cracks me up. i think it always popped on at that odd juxtaposed moment for me.
At the right time, in the right place, something like "i can't help falling in love with you" can break open your heart.
"It's Now or Never," I think. It was used on the soundtrack for a play I was in in college, as the "we're walking out to take our bows" music. So I always get that elated "OMG we did good! People are standing and clapping!" feeling when I hear it.
And it tags onto some Chris Isaak/Roy Orbison love for me. I love crooners.