That was the headlines 42 years ago today, the day when Elvis Presley died at the age of 42. It is the symmetry of the time passed and his age that has triggered this post.
I remember I was in bed listening to Radio Luxembourg when the news came across the air waves. Luxembourg was an evening commercial station, running adverts between the records, but that night everything stopped and it was Elvis cover to cover.
They played nothing but Elvis songs, and no adverts whatsoever.
I was never a true fan, though I’d seen his films and yeah, he was a good looking guy who could sing and strum a guitar.
That all changed in the ’60s, the first record I bought being In the Ghetto.
Then I bought a lot more, including Kentucky Rain, Don’t Cry Daddy, Suspicious Minds and The Wonder of You.
The 45s all had…
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