Felicia the GPS Dominatrix

Elvis Presley – It’s Now or Never

Just returned from a two-week road trip from PA to CA. Went through Tennessee and of course stopped at Graceland. I think before seeing that place my feelings about Elvis could be accurately characterized as something like ‘faint affection.’ My mother and grandmother were and still are huge fans of him and his music, and I had heard stories, about the movies, the TV appearances, the 45s, all that, all the importance of his work in their lives, though on some level it never came through clearly because the man died three years before I was born and I never perceived the real impact of his celebrity for myself. I knew enough about him when I was younger to understand the jokes about his later, sweatier years, which through the impressions of comedians et al. made him seem like a pathetic figure who was holding onto a fame that had fled and attached itself to others a long time prior.

Going to Graceland was not even high on my list of things to do while in Memphis. I thought it would be overrun with tourists, and the mansion itself would be like a tricked-out 70s bootleg Disneyland, covered in mirrors (there were some) and shag carpet (also present). Somehow it ends up that one good way to understand a man is to see how he decorates and appoints his house when given the equivalent spending and acquisition power of the Count of Monte Cristo. In Elvis’s case, it meant buying a relatively modest mansion and installing his family there and ensuring that they were all comfortable and happy and never lacking for anything for the rest of their lives. A kitchen that never stopped serving food. A television room painted in bright blues and yellows, adorned with three TVs. A pool room, covered in folded, patterned drapery from floor to ceiling, so ugly and bizarre and crammed with knickknackery that it seemed like a very personal statement and for that reason was beautiful, and the jungle room, the living room, pictured above, with its green shag carpet on floor and ceiling, it’s circular chair in the corner, its waterfall, its windows on the lawn. He liked to have a good time–that much was clear in every detail of the house that was on display–and that desire seemed like it radiated out from him with force and affected the polarity of others. What kind of man makes an impromptu flight with his daughter to Colorado because he realizes that she’d never played in the snow? I couldn’t wrap my head around his life before, and I still can’t, but being in Graceland and seeing how he lived at home (or at least the remaining pieces of his home) helped me understand a little bit about why and how he became so important to so many people.

“It’s Now or Never” played over the speakers in a Mexican restaurant in California five days after the Graceland visit, during a dinner that, if I could, I would re-live over and over again.

[BUY the 30 #1 Hits, then maybe move on to everything else]

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