Everytime I hear Elvis' music or watch one of his movies, I remember the first time I saw him. He was my first crush. Maybe that’s why my romantic heroes have features similar to the King of Rock and Roll.
I can still hear myself swoon. It was a hot,
summer night near Sarasota, Florida.
I had not reached puberty yet, but I realized
I was close to it when the lean, mean "Memphis flash" walked out on a
rickety stage, attacked the microphone, hiked up one side of his mouth and shimmied
down into a split. He looked handsome and pure one minute, animalistic and sexy
the next, while singing in the voice of an angel.
I didn't know it then, but he personified
American rock and roll. How could I know? I was a kid, attending a day camp.
Mother drove me and my sister and members of my swim team to see our heartthrob. His
songs had inspired us while performing our water ballets.
We were certain Elvis loved women. His told us
so in song. He was always wanting to love us and wanting us to forgive him. How
could we NOT love him back?
That night, so many moons ago, Elvis surveyed
the crowd with an amused look. Our screams made him laugh.
But when the music began, he was transformed
into another dimension. He was a wild man, a tiger out of control, stalking his
prey with song.
He was the American dream, a sharecropper and
truck driver's son who found fame and fortune. He represented the future, the
integrated South. He seemed both black and white.
That night, the microphone and a string from
his guitar gave way to his wild gyrating performance. I screamed myself hoarse
and my knees felt week. Yet, I'm pleased to say I didn't faint as others in the
crowd did.
It was a night I will never forget, and I feel
fortunate I was able to see him then and a number of times after that, even
though I later realized he was in trouble.
When he died, I came to the conclusion he was
a bundle of contradictions, sort of like the American South.
He spoke out against drugs but he died from a
heart attack brought about by drug abuse.
He loved Jesus and his mother. Yet, he cheated
on the women in his life.
He was a law and order man who broke the law
when it suited him.
He was a tragic figure who has been idolized
the world over in spite of the public's knowledge of his real life.
He was a millionaire
many times over but the Southern abject poverty from which he sprang was always
present. He was America's first Southern rock hero. Yet he disliked hard-rock
music.
He gave the world and
its people a part of the South we will never forget, and I couldn't resist resurrecting his image in my books.
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