I knew I’d have to deal with Elvis sooner or later, and since I’ve been building up my inventory of 1950’s reviews recently, sooner seemed better than later.
Though I loathe almost everything he did after he entered the U. S. Army, I love the Elvis of the Sun and early RCA years. That Elvis was a young man whose entire body and soul became electric when playing the music he loved. His many biographers describe a kid who everyone else considered a little weird, carrying his guitar wherever he went and singing to no one in particular. When he tried to hook up with bands in Memphis, he was rejected by several who told him he’d never make it as a singer.
You may think that the musicians who rejected him were out of their minds, but not really. Elvis was an original. He didn’t fit the mold of a singer at that time. He synthesized the feel of gospel and blues with a rockabilly kick and a love of Hank Snow, so you couldn’t peg him to any of the existing genres. What made him seem even more alien was that he had to move while singing, something that would later drive the recording engineers at RCA up a wall because the bastard kept moving off the spot they had marked for him. Finally, they gave in, surrounded him with mikes and let Elvis be Elvis.
He wouldn’t have made it that far had it not been for a lucky accident. Sam Phillips of Sun considered him little more than a possible ballad singer until, at the end of an unfruitful recording session, Elvis and his boys started playing around with “That’s All Right” and Sam heard exactly what he’d been looking for: a white guy who captured the sound of the black guys.
To his credit, Elvis always gave the black guys the credit they deserved.
Elvis had a tragic flaw, though. He was clearly a submissive person. You see this in his relationship with his mother and later in his relationship with Colonel Parker and the U. S. Army. The word submission implies weakness in our macho culture, but that’s based on a one-dimensional view of power. A submissive person is one who manifests strong devotion to a cause or to a person. Mother Teresa was certainly a submissive, and she was certainly no wimp. The fact that Elvis demonstrated incredible perseverance during the years when everyone thought he was an odd duck is clear evidence that Elvis wasn’t a wimp either. What happened to Elvis was he picked the wrong object of devotion to manage his career. Once Colonel Parker arrived on the scene, the songs started to get cute, the delivery more polished and that marvelous kinetic energy faded into memory. A stint in the military only served to strengthen his devotion to conformity, and while he still topped the charts for a while and made oodles on his movies, the thrill was gone.
This album captures the real Elvis, the Elvis consumed by the music, the outcast with the guitar. The first rock ‘n’ roll album to top the charts, it represents a very special moment in musical and cultural history. I’m reviewing the original release, not the extended version that appeared in the 90’s. That release really pissed me off because the powers that be chose to open the extended version with “Heartbreak Hotel,” which lacks the revolutionary impact of the original opener, “Blue Suede Shoes.”
Imagine you’re a teenager in the 1950’s, and puberty is starting to rear its hairy head. You haven’t paid much attention to music because the music your parents play is pure elevator music. You know if you hear Patti Page singing “Doggie in the Window” one more time you’re going to throw some bricks through the window of the local pet store. You’re hanging around in your room after dinner, thinking about how much you hate the frozen peas you had to eat to earn a scoop of Neapolitan for dessert. You know you should do your homework, but you just don’t feel like it. While you’re suspended in this state of Sartrean nothingness, your mother yells down the hall that one of your friends is on the phone. “Wanna go to the malt shop?” “Yeah, sure.” You lie about having done your homework and head down to get a malted fix from the soda jerk. Your friend sidles up to the jukebox and says, “Wait until you hear this,” drops a dime into the slot and presses a couple of buttons. This is what you hear:
You feel every cell in your body come alive and get a dawning sense of why you’ve been having funny sensations in your nether regions. You can’t help it: you’ve got to dance. When it’s over, you reach for a dime to play that song one more time. After about five more spins, you see it’s time to go home because your mother would kill you if you missed watching Uncle Milty with the family. You arrive in time, fling yourself on the floor in front of the bulbous tube, and lo and behold! Uncle Milty is introducing . . . Elvis Presley!
Look at that sucker move! How does he make his legs go every which way? You consume the visuals in a way you’ve never consumed green peas, greedily taking in the way he combs his hair, the clothes, the shoes, that guitar he’s banging like there’s no tomorrow. Man, this is it! This is what I want to be! I want to make music and drive those people wild!
“Blue Suede Shoes” is a hell of an opener, in large part because of the shock of the stop-time opening where Elvis belts it out with maximum intensity. While I love Carl Perkins’ version, and bemoan the fact that he rarely gets credit for his contributions to rock, Elvis’ version is so much sexier. The best rock ‘n’ roll has the curious effect of lifting our spirits and fanning our flames, and Elvis was one of the first to work that kind of magic.
I think one aspect of Elvis’ music that made him a bit more palatable to the mass audience than Little Richard or Chuck Berry had nothing to do with race, but with his willingness to sing tender ballads. Practically speaking, if you can make mothers all over America love you, then they’re more likely to let their kids have some fun with the rougher material. While that kind of marketing mentality would never have occurred to Elvis, his balladeering did the trick. “I’m Counting on You” allows him to show his softer side and demonstrate that his voice can be sweet as well as rough. His vibrato is superb and his range combined with his feel for the song make it a keeper.
Now that he’s made it safe for us to proceed, Elvis kicks in with a rockabilly version of Ray Charles’ “I Got a Woman.” His breathy vocal in the stop-time verse is killer, and makes me forgive him for the “she knows her place” message in the lyrics. Elvis sings this one with trembling restraint, slight cockiness and flashes of power. The classic wrap-up coda is a kick! Next up is “One-Sided Love Affair,” a bouncy honky-tonk boogie number with Shorty Long having a great time on the ivories. This is where Elvis shows his command of tone and phrasing, creating syllables like “you-ah”, “co-ohs” and “love-ah” while occasionally echoing the cadence of a pulpit preacher. The coda features three different approaches to the final line, all expressing a different mood: head-shaking, coy and finally, determined.
“I Love You Because” opens with whistling and acoustic guitar before Scotty Moore introduces a rather complex counterpoint to Elvis’ crooning. The effect is rather charming. The song is quite simple, but flows better than the rather stiff “Love Me Tender” that helped launch his forgettable movie career. The boys get moving again with “Just Because,” where Scotty shines with that oh-so primitive sounding electric guitar that captures a magic that the software of today can never emulate.
Elvis’ version of “Tutti Frutti” can’t touch Little Richard’s original, and he almost sings it like he knows it and can’t wait to get it over with. He does much, much better with “Trying to Get to You,” where his varied phrasing and dynamics can really shine. He really lets it go on the bridges, growling it out at a comfortable spot in his high range, and what he does with the word “true” (something like true-ooh-uh-ooh-ooh flittering over the scale) is Elvis at his best. I love the way he returns to the higher register to belt out that closing line.
The low-register Elvis opens “I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Cry (Over You),” a rockabilly number enhanced with a flurry of blue notes on the piano and a solid attack on the ride cymbal during the bridges. Once again, the combination of Elvis’ deft movement through the scale and his delightfully twisted drawls are the high points. It’s followed by a sweet country song, “I’ll Never Let You Go (Little Darlin’)” where Elvis sings in a soft, almost meek voice over Scotty’s mandolin-style guitar picking . . . until they kick it up a notch and add some toe-tapping rhythm to the mix. The rhythmic shift doesn’t really work very well, but who knows—maybe they just got antsy playing the slow stuff.
Elvis takes on that hoary classic, “Blue Moon,” a song I loathe no matter who’s doing it. What I like about this track, though, is that the sound is terribly primitive, as if recorded in someone’s living room with a tape recorder that could have used some extra head cleaning fluid. The original album ends with the criminally ignored “Money Honey,” clearly the equal of Clyde McPhatter’s original chart-topper. The chord slide that runs through the song (like what you hear on Dave Clark’s “Catch Us If You Can”) is fabulous, and D. J. Fontana has his best outing on the entire album with his drum work, demonstrating command of both the high hat and the good old-fashioned drum roll. Everybody’s on fire on this cut: Floyd Cramer on piano, Scotty with an unusually dissonant guitar solo and of course, Elvis, who works this one as more of a band member than a front man.
When the album is over, you know you’ve heard something very special that captures one of the exciting moments at the birth of rock ‘n’ roll. You couldn’t have invented anyone as perfect as Elvis Presley to serve as the point man for the rock revolution—and that’s not because of his race. His race gave him a huge advantage with the mass market of the time, but that’s certainly not his fault. He wouldn’t have even made a tiny dent into that market if he had been a run-of-the-mill white guy offering the same old slop. It was his stark originality, his devotion to his music and his insistence on singing in his unique style that made him a star.
The question of his influence is another story. While Elvis inspired millions to pick up a guitar, his musical influence is actually quite limited. His vocal approach is so singular that when people try to emulate it, the sound is a weak shadow of the original. More importantly, he wasn’t a songwriter, making him dependent on other people to supply the music. While he worked with some great craftsmen like Lieber and Stoller, that set-up could never lead to a Revolver or a Village Green Preservation Society. The deliberate destruction of his talent at the hands of Colonel Parker further weakened his impact. From the standpoint of musical influence, Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry and Little Richard had far more. Elvis’ real influence came from his unrestrained enthusiasm and the feeling that you get from listening to his early work that he was truly, genuinely and unmistakably into his music.
Most of the people in my generation consider Elvis a joke. They were brought up on stories of the bloated Elvis, the drugged-up Elvis, the strange recluse living in a strange house in Memphis. His sad decline and the legions of impersonators make Elvis as much an object of derision as an object of worship today. Personally, I’d rather remember him as the kid on this album, playing his heart out with exuberant joy and helping create a whole new universe of music without even trying.
While I may have different opinions to yours (e.g., I love Elvis’ version of “Tutti Frutti” and the song “Blue Moon”, even when reduced by Elvis to an almost-folk-song with a countryish flavour), I do agree with all the facts you mentioned.
Indeed, Elvis is like the proverbial Model T Ford, which is of extreme historical importance to everyone who uses any motor vehicle, but not everyone would think of going around in one today. Well, I would… Model Ts were so sturdly built, many of them still function with much less breakdowns than many more recent cars, and there’s the old joke: What’s better to go from East Flatbush to California, an old battered Volkswagen or a Mercedes-Benz with air conditioning, TV and all? Answer: either is better than walking… Yes, you get the idea: I’m a fan of Elvis’ best work, and to me his best work is a good half of his oeuvre, stripped from the hackneyed ballads, formula rockers and fad-hopping mediocrities foisted on him since he signed big contracts with RCA and certain publishing houses. I can do without “My Wish Came True”, “Do The Clam”, “Never Say Yes”, but I recommend “Always On My Mind”, “Return To Sender”, “His Latest Flame”. MHO anyway. And I’m one of those who think that Elvis having met Colonel Parker was the biggest tragedy of the 20th century this side of Archduke Franz Ferdinand’s assassination.
From where I’m standing, I conclude your opinion of Elvis isn’t very dissimilar to comix meister and amateur musician Robert Crumb’s, although he’s much more of a rock-hater than you. In various interviews through the years his opinion about the Beatles has been “I knew the petite bourgeousie would take over rock and roll”, the Stones are “ridiculous”, Janis Joplin was great as a blues and country singer but regrettably went psychedelic, heavy metal is “an abomination”… but Elvis Presley’s Sun Records period is “wonderful”.
Just one more bit of trivia: doesn’t Elvis’ version of Jesse Stone’s “Money Honey” remind you of anything done soon afterwards? Suffice it to say that this has prompted Mama Gladys, no less, to write her son a telegram congratulating him for scoring one more hit…
Wait . . . I need another sip of coffee. It’s hard to wake up to thought-images of the Archduke. In reverse: naive and seriously post-generation me thought that Be-Bop-a-Lula was Elvis, a young Elvis, when I first heard it in my teens. I think that Elvis’ career was more of a slow decay than a sudden collapse. I do rather like “His Latest Flame,” for example, and about 3/4’s of the songs on Elvis’ Golden Records (Volume 1). It’s when he started doing the melodramatic stuff like “Now or Never” and “Surrender” that he lost me. I think I watched a half-dozen or so of his movies, too, as part of my socio-cultural studies along with the Gidget and Frankie-Annette films. Godawful, but very educational.
My dad once tried to explain why he thought Robert Crumb was brilliant and I just stared at him with a blank face. I did like reading his early National Lampoon collection, however.
>I think that Elvis’ career was more of a slow decay than a sudden collapse. It’s when he started doing the melodramatic stuff like “Now or Never” and “Surrender” that he lost me.I think I watched a half-dozen or so of his movies, too, as part of my socio-cultural studies along with the Gidget and Frankie-Annette films. Godawful, but very educational.<
Elvis could have been the Rat Pack's Topo Gigio of sorts…
I have written a longer comment, of which only the last line got in, its topics being:
* Elvis’ work being summed up by the title of one album, Something For Everybody;
* He never was confortable with the “King of Rock” tag; in spite of liking to be possessed by the Devil and let it rip with country and r&b upbeat songs, what he most liked tosing was romantic, gospel or sentimental ballads;
* Elvis being the first rock and roller in the lineage of US commercial crooners such as Jolson, Crosby, Lanza and Sinatra, and, like them all, his repertoire included inspired jewels and hackeyed formulaic fodder;
* As was the case with the aforementioned crooners, Elvis had to fabricate himself to a degree for the entertainment industry. Jolson had gained songriting credits in exchange for song exposure; Sinatra’s management hired girls to rip of his clothers; and much of their songs were not gems by Gershwin, Porter et al, but “croon toons for moons in Joon” clichéd balladry. As Todd Rundgren summed up for Time magazine, to make it in pop-rock “you make a caricature of yourself” – indeed, a pop artiste must exaggerate and streamline his/her traits. “Heartbreak Hotel”, Elvis’ first big hit, was an exampke of a inspired fabrication: a song written to order (and partially credited to him) and sung in the demo by a singer imitating Elvis for Elvis to imitate his imitator!
I had to go to YouTube to refresh my memory on Topo Gigio; I think he/it is on one of my dad’s Ed Sullivan DVD’s. I wish I’d left it as a vague memory.
Great point about the crooner mindset and lineage (though I would have added Bing and Rudy Vallee). I think it explains some of the packaging choices made for Elvis that seemed quaint and out of place with the raw stuff.
>I would have added Bing <
But this Crosby I namechecked is him, heh heh.
I believe that even many of the worst standards have good melodies. Sinatra, different of Elvis, was a perfectionist in total control about his albums and in his Capitol albums, it is hard to find filler. He was a master in repertoire’s choice!
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“Most of the people in my generation consider Elvis a joke.” Are you sure this? Elvis has its critics, but everyone has, even The Beatles. But Elvis is, alongside Michael Jackson, the most famous and respected musical legend in the world!
Great review! Funnily enough, my favorite song on here is “Blue Moon”. I love its eerie nature (at least that’s what I get from it). Take care.
Thumbs, unfortunately, down to “Just Because,” “I’ll Never Let You Go” and “I Love You Because,” in spite of the fact that I love this album. Why did they pick those three turkeys when there were so many great unreleased Sun sides? Your review, as usual, was very cool and accurate. A request… Would you consider reviewing his ’68 special? Either the original vinyl, the extended version or the 3-DVD edition (nice to see him sing as well as hear him!) A great classic, in my opinion. He finally broke out of that ’60’s yucky mire you were mentioning. I think that was Elvis at his best. He never gave up. Thanks for all you do, altrockchick. We’re a-listenin’! Chris
Thank you. I think that’s a fascinating idea about the Elvis special; I have seen parts of it and it feels like he’s undergoing a rebirth right on stage. Unfortunately, I announced a boycott of American artists until y’all get rid of Trump and the GOP, which doesn’t look like it’s going to happen anytime soon. Bummer.
With all due respect, my friend, I’m just talking about music. I wasn’t even born yet when that concert took place. Interesting standards you hold (that was NOT meant to be condescending), but hold them if you must. Still… Not comprehending why President Trump in the White House is Elvis’ fault. Can’t we just talk and chat about great music and screw the politics? Boycott rock and roll? Agreeably disagree with you, my friend.
Respect all around. I just think you’re taking it all a bit too far. Again, total respect. I love people who love music and keep up the good work. For what it’s worth, here’s my review of Elvis ’68. I think I wrote it 20 years ago or so:
Elvis [Presley] **** – His NBC-TV Christmas special soundtrack or ‘The Great Comeback,’ as it was wont to be known. Elvis certainly delivered what was probably his best performance that night. Unfortunately, this album and the special itself only captured a smattering of it. (The reissue adds more material from the show, but the piece de resistance is the triple-DVD Elvis: ’68 Comeback Special, released in 2004). Most of the highlights were captured at the ‘sit-down sessions,’ in which Elvis, clad in a black leather jacket and greasy hair, sat with a guitar on his lap and twanged out one classic song after another…and most of the versions he did that night were better than the originals! He warms up gradually and hits a few highpoints with “Lawdy, Miss Clawdy,” “Baby, What You Want Me to Do,” “Blue Christmas” and some very candid, occasionally bitter, in-between banter. But “One Night” is a powerhouse performance that literally roasts the listener, to this day. The highlight of the ‘stand-up sessions’ was his unbelievable re-interpretation of “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” From the theater sessions, there’s the unforgettable “Trouble”/“Guitar Man” intro and a smoking version of his recent gospel number, “Where Could I Go But to the Lord?”, not to mention the show-stopping conclusion, “If I Can Dream.” One of the greatest rock and roll albums ever made. (C.P.)
Why aren’t you writing reviews now? That was an economical powerhouse that makes me want to rush out now and buy the record!
That is so sweet. Thank you so much. I didn’t even see this reply till now. Thank you! I can’t wait to read your “Bright Lights” review.
All the best, altrockchick. YOU rock!
Just watched Baz Luhrmann’s monumental Elvis movie. I loved it! It’s way over the top, but it had to be – Mr. Presley is the very embodiment of over the top.
The first hour of the film is stunning. Elvis evolves from a poor kid driving a truck into a mythic performer, a young man who literally changes American culture, and a performer who manages to get arrested for indecency at one of his early concerts – but, um, no WAIT, that didn’t actually happen — but it happened in the Baz Luhrmann version and you shouldn’t care because the point of the scene is the visibly ragged breathing and fluttering (faltering?) heartbeats of young women just offstage who are pretty much dying to eat Elvis whole. Austin Butler is well cast as Presley. He’s just pretty enough. He works his ass off, all the time.
The weakest aspect of the film is fat Tom Hanks – wearing makeup and prostheses that make him appear seriously overweight – as Colonel Tom Parker, Elvis’s legendary manager. He even speaks with a bad accent, one that is stronger than the actual Mr. Parker’s accent (verifiable on YouTube). I take exception to using the Colonel as the key element of the narration of the film. The film is simply better when the Colonel is not narrating.
Scenes showing a grizzled Arthur Crudup singing “That’s All Right,” or Big Mama Thornton singing “Hound Dog” (one of those rare R&B songs written by two Jewish guys), or Sister Rosetta singing “Strange Things Happening” – all great, great scenes. A scene in which Elvis goes to a club and parties with Little Richard and B.B King – also fantastic. (I have no idea if Elvis saw Little Richard belt out “Tutti Frutti” at a club in Memphis – and you know what, in this movie it doesn’t matter if it happened or not!)
The Priscilla Presley character is weak (and her age is not mentioned), Elvis’s relationship with his mother is not well developed, and Ann-Margret doesn’t make an appearance, which seems like a lost opportunity. Elvis putting together his 1968 comeback special is thrilling, I admit it, as is a scene in which Elvis directs his many on-stage musicians and singers as they prepare for his opening night at the Las Vegas International Hotel.
Look, Luhrmann gets it – Elvis was a musical, sexual, cultural PHENOMENON. For those who want to make light of Elvis, that’s easy to do. He’s Andy Kaufman material. But we’re ALL Andy Kaufman material! It’s the wrong way to look at Elvis, IMHO.
The movie is a bit too long. Elvis lived a bit too long; how could the movie be any shorter?
The Colonel makes a point at the end. Elvis died trying to love the people who loved him. It’s hokey as hell. In Mr. Luhrmann’s movie, it’s true.