the problem with not being able to communicate
is that it’s all about breathing
and we don’t breath
and we don’t let conversations be idol and instead
we watch each other lips to see when it’s our turn to talk
to take a relaxing breath – I did – I stepped outside and breathed in the cold cool air because it snowed at my house today so I stepped into the safety of my back yard and breathed the cool clear air
because I had taken a really deep and cleansing spiritual breath the night before – and if you felt something funny in your head between 8:00 and 9:00 Pacific Time – the Vancouver BC to LA California time zone that Vancouver is behind a decade in someway and ahead a century in others
You see – I’ve really been getting in yoga lately.
More the spiritual aspects because I’ve been experiencing things that I can’t explain through any scientific means and these things, did not make sense to me until after the book exchange with Jenny.
Which is why I wrote that I got the better end of the deal, even though Jenny won the book exchange round one.
Because I was starting to get some ideas about religion and I am not a religious person – but you can’t live in a multicultural society dominated by American culture and not understand religion – especially if you put in as much effort as I do to avoid religion.
So here’s what’s funny to me – and there’s only one person who’s going to know why it’s funny and I don’t think she reads my blog – although I asked her to send me an email with the word “no” as the only reply requested.
You can look at me and know that I do not do yoga – I am overweight but I am flexible – I even ran down 15 flights of stairs – just to see how fast I could do it – about 3 minutes – alone in the stair well.
I was doing a self fire drill – because – well, that’s another story saved for a different blog.
And most people imagine their Oscar speeches and mention their high school acting teacher.
My High School acting teachers in Sardis Senior Secondary were nice people – especially Wag – who when he cast a play – and two of us got the signals crossed – he left me play the daughter and the hot girl the mother – just to see how different a take that I could do on the character.
I amazed me how many students came up to me to say how much better they thought I was than the hot girl who did the role in the second acting class – I was a more beleiveable scottish peasant spinter who would have been a fishwife.
I had three acting teachers in high school – a Hippie male – a granola female and a mean girl female teacher.
But the acting teachers that play such a forceful role for me – were the ones in university – where I met Buddha Fag and Bitchy Fag.
Only my Hippie High School Teacher seemed to see through my vauge persona to the potential that I had inside me – because I was never shy about doing any role against my physical type or against expectations or against how the rest of the class did the same parts or monologs.
At least, he was the only one who said – don’t judge anyone, because you never know what’s real for the people in the room.
This after I was trying to distract a friend from memorizing her lines and I sat on the bench beside her, my arm drapped over her shoulder and me leaning in close to breath intimately into her ear.
She naturally, knowing that I was trying to distract her – totally ignored me – it was an amazing and silent performance – that one other student in the class – saw the lesbian baby dyke flirting with a baby stone butch – maybe she was straight and secure – hard to tell in retrospect – we were only 16 and we weren’t even friends outside of acting class – so I am pretty sure that whatever they saw the student and the teacher who corrected her – saw what potential there was to see – that us participants in the scene – were really not aware of.
At least, I knew that I wasn’t actually flirting with the girl – but I sure enjoyed the reaction that I got by doing it.
So the Buddha Fag acting teacher in university – as part of acting class – he taught us yoga poses – deep breathing, relaxing, digging deep – I and only have to learn something once and it becomes a part of me – so – I am going to tell you two things that I have only talked to my spouse about – and there’s one person out there – probably not reading my blog because I have not seen her for years – who knows that these are both true.
I am a skeptic – I do not put any stick in mystical or spiritual matters.
But I have been experiencing things that all my science knowledge and experience cannot explain.
I told the story on the blog about my 7th grade science class opening of the vacuum ball and no one has been able to explain how I did it – ever – in my whole life.
I know I visualized and it opened – there was a big bang, windows, papers, arms wide open.
People staring at me in open mouthed shock – my favorite expression in the whole world – other than total groking of my vibe.
And there is one person who is in my audience and I alone have seen her face when she watches me – and I get a warm moist feeling in my whole being when I see that look on her particular face.
Because rocking worlds is not remotely comparable to groking worlds.
And the sweetest tone is the one between bittersweet and bitter….laments without regrets.
So I thought that I was having a religious epiphany because of what I was experiencing, but I realized that it was just yoga. That I learned in university as acting exercises- and so I can now know that what I am experiencing is totally natural – and it’s the feeling of freedom, liberty and more than the pursuit but the attainment of happyiness
because there is nothing like the feeling of knowing that you have absolute and total control over who is and who is not welcome to
well, help themselves into your bed
and knowing that there’s no way that anyone can make you be fuckable when you’re not in the mood to be fucked with
and then I realized that it was kind of a religious epiphany – because there’s also the thought that no one has the right to say who or how many or how often you should be able to invite into your bed
because so much that we do or put into our bodies is bad for us – but human body parts are natural – there’s no harm in touching ourselves or each other – with permission and approval – it’s all negotiable
and if you are allowing anyone to dictate to you – that you have not contracted an exclusive arrangement with – or worse – you are allowing someone to dicatate to you about who, how, often etc that you are not in a personal relationship with – then you have a big problem to overcome.
Letting people you don’t know tell you what you can or can’t do to yourself in the privacy of your shower or bedroom – or with anyone you invite to join you or any number that you invite to join you and or you/yours – whatever floats your boat – hey – as long as it;s safe, sane and consensual – anything should go without comment, opinion or editorial of anyone who wasn’t specifically invited – and accepted said invitation.
so breath – enjoy sex and every now and then, ladies, when no one is looking – just go ahead and pee in the shower.
Men do it all the time – and it’s amazing how liberating peeing where you stand and being cleansed at the same time by hot water – can feel.
so now – learn to breathe
Afghan prosecutors announced Wednesday that a young rape victim, jailed for adultery after reporting the crime and pushed into marrying her attacker, would have her sentence reduced from twelve to three years. The prosecutor said she would, for now, remain in jail — with her child — for not reporting her attack fast enough.
When religious sexism exists in a society where religion is as government, we have a woman being raped, forced to marry her rapist and then jailed for failure to quickly report a crime for which she will be blamed and punished.
This woman was raped by a man then victimized by her culture and legal authorities.
But because she’s been raised to beleive the unmitigated and appalling nonsense of a religion that asserts women as lesser than men, she has no expectation of corrective action or any kind of justice or protection.
She is blamed for being a temptress, for igniting passion – except that we know rape has nothing to do with passion and everything to do with power – for basically being a woman.
And while Sandra Posey’s country ballad may be a laugh on girl’s night out:
Women do not have to accept this lesser state.
Especially not in democratic secular nations where equality is the law of the land.
Which is why American was founded on the idea of the individual being the social unit of consequence and not families or tribes or religious groups.
The promise of Life Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness was to be able to be in charge of your own life, and able to take liberties with whatever makes you happy as an individual.
America was not founded upon any religious ideals and every social fight to establish in fact what was already established in law – equality – has been a battle against religious thinking.
There is no reason for any person, because of their gender, ethnicity, beliefs, capabilities or sexuality to be lesser than in a society that promises everyone equality under the law.
What causes that inequality to exist in a culture is the religious beliefs of the population, because religion is a system to organize the world according to the beliefs of the religion – that women are lesser than, children should be seen and not heard and no sparing the rod for fear of spoiling the child.
It is the religious idea that one group is better than other groups, and the battle for best of all groups is the substance of inter-religious fighting and violence; and when that can’t be expressed, it becomes social discrimination and bigotry.
It is a religious idea that we shouldn’t have sex – one thing that we can do that makes us feel loved and connected to another person and by extension, to society.
If a religion can convince you that having sex that makes you feel loved and cherished is wrong, evil even, then they can convince you of anything. Even dying a virginal martyr.
If we are ever going to fulfill our highest potential, we have to put away such harmful and limiting ideas as religion.
As a society, we’ve become so disconnected from each other, living in terror and fear that others will bring harm to us or ours. Depriving ourselves or allowing ourselves to be deprived of human intimacy, love, warmth and diversity.
The only meaningful difference between a cult and a religion is the degree of personal freedom you have combined with how much contact you have with non-members. If your whole world is homogenous, you have a cult problem.
If religion is something that’s a matter of private consideration and your life is conducted within the mainstream context of your society, then you have a religious challenge to ensure education and exposure with the broader world than your geography physically allows and that there are no barriers within your brain to being competent with secular information and concepts, such as equality of people being given as a matter of citizenship, not by accident of birth or life circumstances.
Life is hard enough without making it harder than it has to be for ourselves and others.
Sometime today, the BC Supreme Court will be handing down a ruling on the community of Bountiful – Canada’s least kept secret polygamy community.
There are many arguments that can be made for polygamy, but not as it is practised religiously. There is no possible equality when girls are assigned to grandpa-husbands and boys are cast out from the community, doomed in life because they haven’t been educated and prepared to live in the world outside their closed community, and doomed in their minds as being cast out and failing to secure at least three wives means no heaven.
It’s little wonder that these lost boys become truly lost and that the girls live under the stay sweet command of passivity.
There can be no secular democratic society of legal and in fact equality when so many people are cultural shut ins in communities that are varying degrees of closed to outside and non-religious information and influences.
We do not own our children, they are their own people. It is the responsibility of parents to prepare their children to exist in the world – which is a very big place, full of many cultures and storied histories.
It is absolute child abuse to raise your child ignorant of the world. It is an impairment to their development to have them exist in a bubble reality that is homogenous and non-reality driven.
Children learn about the world in stages, first their homelife, then their peers – and how their homlife compares to other homelifes in the same society, We become exposed to more the older we become.
But children who are only exposed to one mode of thinking and being, are mentally hobbled when it comes to understanding and navigating the larger world. A world that is increasingly smaller with every technological advance.
We’re a plane ride away from anywhere and mere clicks away from other people in other countries.
In some ways, Canada is uniquely positioned to be a guide for America.
Being your northern neighbour, we are the mouse that roared. We look like you, we act in similar ways, but our mindset is different. We’re go alongers, mediators, facilitatores, peace keepers.
We have no illusion about our place in the world or our ability to punch above our weight class. We understand history and are able to make moral distinctions with the big picture nuanced and measured responses.
You might notice that we don’t always follow America to war, but we invariably join in on peace making and keeping missions. We understand from our British background that if you’re going in to occupy with a peace keeping force, you’re in for generations of effort, not a quick thrust to make someone fall and then head for home before the dust has settled.
So, this is a battle for generations – and we know that every generation thinks that they were the inventors of sex, drugs and rock n roll.
Masturbation is a victimless “sin” and it’s the starting place to understand that your body belongs to you, not some sky daddy who doesn’t want you to touch yourself.
You can’t know you without touching yourself, don’t let anyone’s god separate you from you. Don’t let anyone control when or with whom or with what toys you have sex. Don’t give way your control of you, because you can never be equal with anyone who controls you in fact or in law or in life.
Perhaps we should listen to those who would censor sexual content – they warn that porn becomes an obsession and leads to greater perversion – and who is more obsessed with porn and sex than censors?
So, when censors are willing to admit to their depravity, maybe we can have a reasoned public debate on the harms and impact.
I’ve seen most of the movies made of Elvis’ life and, for the most part, they fall short of what is standard for a movie.
Most just dramatize key scenes and do an overview, without ever showing events arising as a result of earlier scenes and choices that Elvis made. The best bio-pic that I have seen is Elvis Meets Nixon.
This movie focuses on three days and gives the most amazing look into Elvis’ life – there’s speculation and wishful thinking for the part of the day that Elvis spent in LA, but all other parts of the movie are based in facts.
Part of what makes the movie work is the use of real people and the actors playing he real people in the “documentary” part that provides the framework. Dick Cavett and Wayne Newton are inspired commentators.
Elvis’ life and career snapped into sharp focus for me, as did Elvis’ place in the fabric of society. When we realize that Elvis wanted nothing more than to be middle class, acceptable, part of mainstream, to make enough money to support his parents – all of his career choices make sense.
Elvis didn’t want to be a rock n roll rebel – he wanted to belong, he wanted to be Dean Martin.
Once he got onto RCA’s label and Parker wanted to move him to the mainstream so the money would roll in, Elvis went along with it, because he wanted to be loved and accepted. So of course he listened to Parker, who seemed to know how to talk to the northern business establishment who looked at Elvis like a freak.
Elvis let Parker drive away everyone who encouraged Elvis to be different – Sam Phillips, Scotty and Bill, Lieber and Stroller – anyone else who pushed Elvis to be an artist.
It may not be so much that it was Elvis, with Steve Binder on his side, standing up to Parker, as much as Parker realizing that Elvis was fading into obscurity and non-relevance and he had to let Steve think he was getting his way, so that Steve didn’t realize that Parker was making a deal about a soundtrack recording, which Binder never got a penny of, although he produced the whole thing.
One area of Elvis’ career that was particularly tragic was the quickie movies made just to put Elvis on screen and get cash from the starved for anything Elvis fans.
If Elvis’ movie career truly had followed the successful movie formulas, instead of becoming formula movies, the pairing of Elvis and Bill Bixby could have give Rock Hudson/Tony Randall movies a good run for the box office money.
Elvis’s own movies only seem back when isolated from the movies of the day – and his best movies completely stand the test of time – so in hindsight, Parker was actually right – to make Elvis a lasting entertainer, he needed to cater to the mainstream tastes, not remain the rebel rocker who’s light would have limited appeal and eventually, dim below remembrance.
Elvis’ sense of comedic timing was superb and he was very good at doing bits of acting business. In Viva Las Vegas, he engages in a lot of screwball comedy style banter, and when he pops the champagne cork, his Jerry Lee Lewis antics are hysterically funny.
Rock Hudson made a career of playing the gay/playboy with the heart of gold and Elvis should have made one of the naughty boy needing the right girl to make an honest man of him. There wouldn’t have been a dry seat in the house, had every Elvis movie played to that strength.
As it is, we have a film legacy that is largely unmatched, with the exception of his first film, he was the leading role and none of his films lost money. Often, they saved studios from failure and certainly were used to underwrite more artistic films that are not as watchable today, because of their more serious and dated sensibilities.
Film was the most appropriate medium for Elvis and we are lucky that his beauty was captured in technicolour, instead of the early 60’s being captured only in grainy black and white photos, had he come back and continued only touring and occasional TV appearances.
Parker’s short changing Elvis’s career certainly contributed to Elvis’ self destructive behaviours, but it was Elvis who never permanently fired Parker nor trusted his own judgment enough to take actual and long term charge of his own career. Elvis understood the power he had over the fans and he enjoyed it – his 50’s TV performances and his later self-parodies in the 70’s showed him at his playful best, testing the audiences and not quite being sure why his every move was so riveting – Elvis rarely used the power that his talent and fame brought him – expect to exert control over his Memphis Mafia companions – taking out his frustrations on them and then compensating with excessive gifts.
Elvis punished himself worse of all with impulsive and extreme behaviour in his real life, when he was not willing to express his extremes through his artistic output – had he been able to continue being outrageous musically and movie-wise, he may well have lived longer and healthier. But, being boxed into a generic actor and generic singer, Elvis’ outlandish side expressed itself in drugs, food and other binge-behaviour.
In listening to the recorded last conversation between Elvis and Red West, I was most struck with Elvis’ constantly referencing songs. Elvis understood the world through music, it was what he was and it defined his role in life. Elvis was in a constant state of existential crisis – he was trying to sort out why he of all people, was Elvis Presley, and he had a gnawing sense that there was something more he could be doing than just singing for people, without understanding that him just singing was what helped people to rethink public morals, rethink gender roles, to rethink how to be in society.
His gnawing sense was that he knew on a level that he was squandering his talent and not using them to best impact – but that would require him to potentially turn away people who didn’t like what he was singing. Elvis had been truly proud to serve his country, the two years in the military was his last and only adult time spent close to being a regular person. But even then, while Elvis did follow the rules, he never was a regular soldier – he was able to buy himself the best possible permitted gear, while the rules allowed for living off base with dependants, it was intended as spouse and children, not parent and grandparent and staff.
Elvis was happy when he got to play at being normal, but normal didn’t make Elvis happy, and his mother raised him with the expectation that he was special. No one ever made Elvis feel as special as his mother, and he lost her in the middle of the time he was being a regular soldier. As regular a soldier as Elvis could be, in any event.
Elvis didn’t do the things that regular people do – like taking responsibility for one’s career and family – Elvis left everything of his life to be taken care of by other people. Elvis was generous, but this was to compensated for his absence, his abdication, for other people allowing the rules of normal to not apply to Elvis.
It occurs to me that when people are brilliant in some way – intellectually or artistically – that there is a compensating lack in another area – and it seems to be in the social behaviour – so intellectually or artistically brilliant people tend to not be adept at social skills – so they are often absent minded and rude when intellectually brilliant or impulsive bingers combined with extremes of selfish/generous conduct when artistically brilliant.
Which makes sense, since intellectually brilliant is about logical process and artistically brilliant are emotional processes.
The white house staff thought that Nixon was insane when he agreed to meet with Elvis and his insistence that the meeting would help his image – Nixon knew that Elvis was th cool kid back in the 50’s and he didn’t understand why and Elvis weren’t relevant to young people in the 70’s. But, the photo of the two men shaking hands is the most requested item of any presidential library.
Nixon is considered an elder statesman and Elvis is finally being accorded the recognition due his vast body of work.
I have been involved in an authentic discussion on an internet forum – I know sounds impossible, but it’s true. The entire discussion is here. It starts off as a normal theist/atheist debate – well, as a grown up one for the most part – but then Ben and I enter into a very intense discussion where we are using the same language to describe ever slightly different things.
During this discussion, I was for the first time ever, able to article a though about the origins of the universe as perpetual existence, in which creation and armageddon – creation and destruction are balanced.
The short version is that everything is energy, and a lower magnitude order of energy is matter – black holes pull everything in and compress the energy and white hole explode that compressed energy out and is the conduit for creation.
All the dark energy and dark matter is that which exists in potential or unrealized realities in our universe – every universe is telling every possible story that there is be to told, and it’s our collective and individual choices that direct the story from potentially being told to what is actually told.
In this way, the future is bright and everything could potentially happen – but our nature (aka genetics) give us our potential and our nurture (experience of other people) gives us our limitations within that potential.
Every now and then, a person can break through the limitations and potential and exceed it – these are the people who are the social game changers – they push the rest us off onto a slightly different trajectory than we would have, had that person not changed the game.
I digress for a moment and say that the first time I wrote a letter to the editor of my local daily paper was back in the 1980’s. A letter was published that said, in effect, we shouldn’t make a fuss over Elvis Presley, because he was just a human and a singer and he didn’t impact history.
The letter that I wrote responded with: Elvis was a human in the same way that Hitler or JFK were just humans. Elvis changed the culture and thus did change history and who else did the letter writer think could change human history – snails?
Nearly thirty years later and now with the blog – the biggest unedited letter to the editor opportunity since it lacks an editor, I expand on that simple outraged thought:
Game changers can be a representative force for good or evil, but either way, they represent a collective choice to change direction. When we talk about game changers, it is usually in terms of that they changed the course of history – as if history was on a set course, instead of plodding forward from the last game changer until someone does something and we all get behind the new direction.
Game changers can be in any arena but their impact is far sweeping and often, unable to be directly connected back, so profound are the changes they bring. Because what a game changer does, is act as a focal point for a collecgive existential crisis. They represent an extreme of a value that as a society, we’re all over the map is – game changers polarize the population, until the value crisis is resolved.
Hitler was a crisis of orderliness – all the mechanisms of society ran like clockwork under Hitler – he standardized railway lines, he increased employment and restored a proud identity – and the world could have gotten behind his family values even for he demanded the arts reflect purity in mind and representation – he was trained in architectural paintings – and his paintings where technically well made – they just didn’t have any purity of heart or imagine in them – and this is where they fell flat.
This is also where Hitler fell flat, for his goals were not to restore a sense of order, but rather to marshal forces for a purification – a genocide of everyone deemed lesser than.
The world could not get behind this, for, everyone is lesser than someone else – Hitler was nothing short of total annihilation of human kind – the diversity of humans is our strength – adaptability – if Hitler had succeeded, he would have had to turn on his own Austrians as falling short of the ideal – tall blond and blue eyes.
It also didn’t seem to register on the nazis, that the countries with the highest concentrations of tall, blond and blue eyed people – Holland, Norway, Denmark, Iceland, Sweden – wanted nothing to do with his ideas. And, if they could have had any understanding of genetics – these northern Aryans were descended from the original Aryans, who started in India. The paler features being merely acclimated traits to the colder and less sunny climate in the north.
Of course, my favorite game changer is Elvis Presley – and I put him in comparison to Hitler because Hitler was intentionally trying to remake the world in a specific manner – whereas, Elvis was a game changer in a wholly organic and unintentional way.
Elvis Presley grew up in the poorest circumstances possible for a white person – the American South. His father is often referred to as a sharecropper, but that is a gross exaggeration, since Vernon was in fact a layabout who drifted from job to job without a thought to the legality of the job and he ended up for a short time in one of the harshest prisons of the south for altering a cheque – a small fraud of less than ten dollars.
Elvis was probably more scarred by the authorities removing his father than the poverty he grew up with, because the poverty was an experience that everyone he knew was having, so it was normal. This prison stint is likely why Elvis had something of a fetish for the symbols of authority – badges, uniforms and guns – because authority meant power.
Elvis wanted to sing and entertain people and he wanted to make enough money to support his parents, whom he referred to as his babies.
Elvis the game changer response to Hitler.
Hitler represented purity and order. Purity in behaviour, in body and mind, and purity of person – when purity ideas combine in religion and politics, ethnic cleansing is sure to follow.
Elvis represented everything impure about people – but impure in the fun and untamed sense – in him, the impurities were express through music, a joyful celebration of all that is earthy and basic drives for sex, food, colour, excess, vulgar but an uplifting vulgar, a joyful vulgar. Elvis was the embodiment of racial equality, the unadulterated public sex, for Elvis didn’t just wiggle, Elvis fucked us all – the performance style of the fifties was exaggerated sexual movements and the represses teens threw off the social chastity belts and screamed and writhed and fucked back.
No performer would ever stand still to sing again until Sade in the 1980s, who made stillness her rebellion against the over choreographed performances that came after Elvis, reaching their penultimate in Madonna and Micheal Jackson.
Sadly, by which time, the audiences were once again used to carefully controlled performances and techno music, rather than the joyous and raw and authentic emotional release of the short explosion that the rockabilly, before it became the more mainstream and tame rock n roll.
John Lennon once said that Elvis died when he went into the army, but I think Lennon was being kind – Elvis the game changer died when his contract was sold to RCA and Elvis was no longer in partnership with Sam Phillips, who got the best of Elvis, Scotty and Bill – and Elvis, allowed himself to be led by Col. Parker, who took careful steps to separate Elvis from Scotty and Bill and turned Elvis away from the pure sexual art path and into a groomed commercial product.
We would not see Sun Elvis again, until 1968, when leather clad and running with sweat, Elvis again connected to his sexual power and made love to us all and then ended, white and powder dry, pouring out his soul, with If I Can Dream.
Please let that dream come true, indeed.
Hitler is the template for all that we should avoid in a political leader – one who dictates the party message, closes the field to differing opinions and especially prevents the development of future party leaders, seeks to control the role of women in society, controls eduction, focuses on families only and characters non-conformity as deviant – and in particular sexual deviance from the norm, scapegoats sub-cultures as being the cause of society problems and inequity, when it is the demand to conformity and purity that invents and is the basis for the inequity that sub-cultures and ethnic minorities are subjected to discrimination upon.
Elvis is the template to oppose these puritanical political-religious leaders – and he arose unforeseen from the ashes of the US South to challenge the social status set in motion by Senator McCarthy – a man not very distinguishable from Hitler at all in any meaningful sense, except that he did not achieve the degree of absolute power that Hitler had, McCarthy was limited to influence through threat and scare tactics.
Elvis equalized the the dominate white with the subculture of black, he was religiously zealous and worshiped authority and his 1950’s concerts should be viewed as southern revival gatherings. But Elvis never recognized himself as having any authority or power and thus it tempered his impact – for if Elvis had retained control of his artistic career, we well may have been pushed too fast, too far, beyond what we were collectively able to manage – so, Elvis, had to be not only tamed, but sacrificed.
Elvis himself, spent his life in a state of bewilderment, why him, of all people, was he Elvis Presley? To grow up so poor and then on the cusp of adulthood, become the most famous and controversial performer and the lighting rod for debate about public morals.
No one could have been prepared for the kind of existential crisis that would cause for a boy who was the first of either family side to complete high school, who aspired to the middle class American dream, to be entertaining people in a way that was no different to him than the churches he was raised in – Elvis brought what was his sense of normal onto the rest of us. Egalitarian and earthy, of the flesh and pure in spirit.
Elvis was the joy of living to the fullest, despite all hardships and setbacks, because you can’t know how long you will have life or how long a good stretch of life will last.
This is why Elvis was receptive to the message that he was a flash in the pan and he should get while the getting was good. Elvis, like everyone else, didn’t expect to last.
So, he listened to what Parker and the studios told him, they had the experience and were the experts – and he listened until he couldn’t anymore – then he would take control. When he did, no one could stand before him.
Sadly, this is in the purest sense, the SUN recordings and the 1968 tv special. Everything else was Elvis tamed and controlled, but still, Elvis working within constraints and Elvis phoning it in, was more often than not, better than most other people’s most authentic efforts.
And nothing that pure and gold could last. Elvis left the building of his own accord.