Graceland

Friday, I went to Graceland in Memphis, Tennessee. I've never been a big Elvis fan. He died when I was only eight years old and my dad was more into classical and folk music. The hype and furor around Elvis to me always seemed pretty crazy, something I couldn't grasp.


Graceland

I still don't grasp the lunatic fringe element, even after a visit to Graceland, so don't expect me to show up with big sideburns and a rhinestone-encrusted jumpsuit. But I do understand better why Elvis was loved by so many. This was a down-to-earth everyman who also happened to have a cutting-edge (for the time) musical talent and awesome stage presence. He was also clearly a dedicated family man and incredibly generous with the fruits of his success.

I went to Graceland curious and expecting kitsch. That was there, but then, it was the '70s after all. I came away with more insight and a new-found respect. Graceland is a must-see on any tour of Americana. You needn't go now, but do go.