In the 1950s, there was a lot of Music and along came Elvis Presley and suddenly, there was none, Pop Music took over when Rock n Roll took over as enduring Pop Music from Classical to Pap. Pablum.. whiney teenaged make out in the back seat of the car Teen Angels and Rebels without applause.
I am 2 weeks older than Elvis’ own Daughter – Lisa Marie Presley/Husband 4, and I have been an Elvis fan since before he died and I visited Graceland in 1987. The week before the 10th anniversary frenzy.
I grew up in the era of Vinyl Records, the end of the 8-track and cassettes, reel to reels no longer a consumer item, cds to audio DVDs.
Elvis was everywhere, tv specials on anniversaries and bursts of magazines, until the 1980s slew of tabloid books claiming secret love children and everyone was shocked that Elvis had actually had sex, as if no one else does the Romaneque.
The Hillbilly Cat to the Vegas Lounge Lizard. Even now, Vegas is wringing the last of their Elvis association and maybe people will remember his last show there, he said on stage “I hate Vegas” – it went from an Exclusive club for folks like him to play with their money, something Elvis didn’t do.
Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack made Vegas Mafia Cool, Elvis Presley made it a Global Destination place and not for the gambling, but for the show.
Celine Dion and Circe de Soiel rules the Vegas of the Upper Middle Class, Wot Happens in as a weekend commuter level flight in air traffic….Canadians from Quebec…EuroCanada.
When I went to university, Simon Fraser University, was the first time I had learned and heard of John Cage, from the 1950s.
I have a family friend, he is a music professor and piano teacher, his grandfather had been the Court Composer to the Kaiser. His father their family’s rare survivor.
so I asked him to give me a quote for a class report at SFU, also known as “Super Feminist University”.
“John Cage is artificially kept alive in University enclaves.”
apparently quite literally.