In Elvis, you have the blueprint for rock’n’roll: the highness – the gospel highs. His last performances showcase a voice even bigger than his gut, where you cry real tears as the music messiah sings his tired heart out, turning casino into temple. In the ’70s, he turned celebrity into a blood sport but, interestingly, the more he fell to Earth, the more godlike he became to his fans. As he changed shape, so did the world: he was a ’50s style icon who was what the ’60s were capable of, and then suddenly not. In Elvis, you had the whole lot it’s all there in that elastic voice and body. Elvis changed everything – musically, sexually, politically. This wasn’t New York or even New Orleans this was Memphis in the ’50s. Ut of Tupelo, Mississippi, out of Memphis, Tennessee, came this green, sharkskin-suited girl chaser, wearing eye-shadow – a trucker-dandy white boy who must have risked his hide to act so black and dress so gay.
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