I’ve come to believe that just about
everyone who grew up or lived in Memphis around the time I did has an Elvis
story to tell. I have several--one of which is quite remarkable, and perhaps a tad magical, or at least it seems that way to me.
Elvis has always been a part of my
life. Back in 1959 or 1960, shortly
after my parents moved to the house I grew up in, they bought a Motorola stereo
hi-fi, and one of the very first albums they brought home was Elvis’s 1956
debut LP on the black RCA label, cleverly titled, “Elvis Presley.” I was about two and a half years old. Thus the first music I ever recall hearing in
life was that Elvis record, about half of which was recorded in Memphis. (It is, by the way, a vastly underappreciated
album). This record started me on a
lifelong love of music, and remains one of my favorites to this day.