Sorry Elvis

Here I am again, another night of flipping around the television before I head to bed and there is nothing on.

Finally I end up on Mark Cuban’s AXS TV and they were playing the Elvis concert film “Elvis On Tour”.

It was filmed in 1972 before his fat, bloated, and drugged up stage.

I decided to watch some of it.

I knew it would run too long for me to watch the whole show but I wanted to see what he was like as a musician/performer and I wanted to see and hear his band.

Some of my earliest posts were about my pilgrimage to Memphis and my tour of Graceland.  They covered how seeing Elvis’s home made me see him more as a person than an entertainment object and how I gained a new found respect for the quality of his music.

In 1973 when this film would have made its debut Elvis was considered kind of a geek to my generation.

I was turning 16 and was listening to Led Zeppelin, Beatles, Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jethro Tull, Yes and the likes.  Elvis was considered old to me and a bit of a has been.  Sequined jumpsuits, capes and scarves weren’t very cool to a long haired teenager at least not on some guy that his parent’s generation thought was cool.

It’s a shame that I was young and took style over substance because I missed some pretty good music and musicians.

I began to realize this more and more as I watched the concert footage some 40 years later.

From the very first note and through every song that I had a chance to listen to, the bass player and the drummer were playing their asses off.

They had chops, were tight and you could tell that Elvis was digging it,

I found out the next day the drummer was Ron Tutt and the bass player was Jerry Scheff.

I’ll have to do some more research and listening on those two and at some point I need to find out when this film is on television again so I can set my DVR.  Then I’ll watch it in its entirety.

What a shame I wasn’t open to more styles in my youth.

What a shame that I allowed looks and age to cloud my judgment.

I’ll be the first to admit I judged a lot of music by its cover when I was a teenager. If they didn’t look cool how could they sound cool?

I may not look so cool anymore (looks faded, hair gone), but I like to think that I still sound cool.

Close your eyes and judge the music with your ears.

Sorry Elvis.

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