IN THE GHETTO: Elvis in the 60s
by Chris Bourke
Real Groove (New Zealand), November 1993
ELVIS wasnÕt everywhere in the mid-60s. But IÕd come across him some
Saturday afternoons, when my brother would dub me on his bike, with my sister
and the kids next door trailing behind, down to the Deluxe theatre in Lower
Hutt. Before we settled in to watch Carry on Constable, Robin Hood or ItÕs a Mad Mad Mad
World,
thereÕd be some shorts: usually, a widescreen trailer for Lawrence of Arabia, and some scenes from
the latest Elvis flick.
There heÕd be, guitar in hand, singing along to a hidden orchestra; on
the back of a truck, on a boat, a horse, or with a hula hoop around his hips.
He seemed from another age, and was definitely uncool. But that wasnÕt the
reason we didnÕt see the movies: we werenÕt allowed to, just as our parents
didnÕt let us see the movies of our favourites, the even more subversive
Beatles.
ÒElvis is dead?Ó said John Lennon in 1977. ÒHe died when he went into
the army.Ó ThatÕs the accepted line, the shorthand version of rockÕnÕroll
history. The explosion of pop music in the 60s has meant the music Elvis made
in that period was irrelevant, his output a mere footnote that says he wallowed
in bland material and mediocre movies until his phoenix-like comeback at the
end of the decade.
Of course itÕs not as simple as that. But now, with Elvis being not
merely the king of rockÕnÕroll but an icon - a symbol of faith or farce
depending on your point of view - a more complex synopsis has been difficult to
convey. Finally, with the release of Elvis: From Nashville to Memphis, the
Essential 60s Masters, the big picture can be seen, by both blinkered acolytes or
sneering Goldmanites. Over 130 tracks, limited to his non-movie, non-gospel
studio recordings, we can hear the development of his music and understand its
diversity and inconsistencies.
The surprise of the five-CD set is not how much good material there is,
nor how much dreck. It is what the chronological programming tells us. When the
chips were down, Elvis could rise to the challenge. When the material was
worthy of his talents, Elvis responded. Most significantly, the magnificent
Memphis sessions in January 1969 were not a happy accident, but the logical
conclusion of Elvis gradually asserting himself against the Colonel and his
publishing cabal.
The thorough booklet by Peter Guralnick - the most musically
illuminating essay ever written about Elvis - places the developments in
context. When Elvis entered the small RCA studio in Nashville on March 20, 1960,
after his two-year army stint, the pressure was on. He had to have a single out
by the end of the week, and it had to be good. Twelve hours later, he had six
cuts down without any strain. The results were consistently excellent, and ran
from rockÕnÕroll (ÔStuck On YouÕ) to doo-wop (ÔFame and FortuneÕ) to blues (ÔIt
Feels So RightÕ).
Ten days later he was back in the studio. The single was out, so Elvis
felt relaxed, exuberant. As he said the day he arrived at Sun Studios, he could
sing all kinds of music. In this second session he covered pop, gospel,
R&B; the first of the grandiose Italian ballads in which he could emulate
his idol Dean Martin (ÔItÕs Now Or NeverÕ), and the grittiest blues he ever
recorded (ÔReconsider BabyÕ). The album was intense, vibrant and creative; they
called it Elvis Is Back.
By the time he returned to Nashville to record the follow-up, aptly
titled Something For Everybody, heÕd made two films, GI Blues and Flaming Star. Both had soundtracks,
and the GI Blues album far out-sold Elvis Is Back; Blue Hawaii was the biggest album of
his career. The pattern was established, and the rot soon set in. ElvisÕs next
non-movie album was called Pot Luck, and it sounded like it. He wouldnÕt
make another studio album until 1967.
There was the odd single that showed he still had it, when he believed
in the material: the assured Pomus-Shuman double banger, ÔLittle SisterÕ and ÔHis
Latest FlameÕ, ÔReturn to SenderÕ, ÔCanÕt Help Falling in LoveÕ, ÔDevil in
DisguiseÕ, ÔViva Las VegasÕ. With Elvis Is Back it looked as though he was going to
fulfil all the promise of the 50s. As Guralnick says, ÒThe only thing that
stood in his way was success.Ó Success won. With so little effort needed to
make the movies (three a year) and the soundtracks that sold so well, why
bother to take risks?
Elvis had no A&R person looking after his creative interests; RCA
had shifted responsibility for him to the marketing department - and Colonel
Parker was only interested in maximum returns for minimum outlay. Therein was
the core of the problem. Parker would only let his boy record songs published
by Hill & Range, who co-owned ElvisÕs two publishing companies. A team of hack writers churned out songs for
the movies. Parker argued that if his boy couldnÕt have a cut of the publishing
action, his boy wouldnÕt cut the song. So good songwriters quickly stopped
offering their songs.
(An example of the ColonelÕs style: when Lionel Newman, the Hollywood
conductor and RandyÕs uncle, visited New Zealand in 1985, he told me a story
about Love Me Tender, on which he worked. They needed one more song as a title
track, so Newman recommended one written by his pianist. Parker loved it. ÒThatÕs
a fine song weÕve just written, Elvis!Ó he said. ÔLove Me TenderÕ is credited
Matson/Presley.)
It was an impasse, says Guralnick. ÒMusic had always been the motivating
force of his life, it had been his one sure source of emotional expression and
release, but with both live performance and serious recording efforts
effectively cut off, he turned increasingly to other avenues of spiritual
expression.Ó
When the sales of the soundtracks began to plummet - ie, they didnÕt
reach the Top 10 - it was time for a change. In May, 1966, Elvis left the
sterile Hollywood musicians behind and returned to Nashville to record a gospel
album with a new producer, Felton Jarvis. The oceans of mediocrity were about
to be turned back.
When Elvis died, that lonely night on the toilet in 1977, it was Felton
Jarvis who said the immortal words, ÒIt was as though someone told me there
were gonna be no more cheeseburgers in the world.Ó At the time I thought that
summed up the crass side of the Elvis myth. But I didnÕt understand the full
story, or the part Jarvis had played in it.
Jarvis had begun his career in the late 50s as an Elvis imitator; he
recorded ÔDonÕt Knock ElvisÕ, then had greater success producing a more gifted
Elvis imitator Marvin Benefield (re-naming him Vince Everett after ElvisÕs
character in Jailhouse Rock). So he knew his stuff, and, unlike the
unadventurous Chet Atkins, whoÕd been producing Elvis since his return, he was
energetic and enthusiastic. HowÕd he get the job? ÒChet didnÕt like staying up
late,Ó explained Jarvis.
Elvis was once asked if he knew many gospel songs. ÒI think I know all
of them,Ó he replied. Gospel would always be the musical hearth to which heÕd
retreat in times of need. (ThereÕs a telling scene in This Is Elvis, in which he starts
talking dirty in the back of a limo. ÒThe microphoneÕs on,Ó someone warns.
Elvis gives a nervous laugh, then sings, ÒWhat a friend we have in Jesus ÉÓ)
Elvis felt at home during the sessions for How Great Thou Art. He slipped easily from
the sacred songs to secular diversions such as the raunchy ÔDown in the AlleyÕ
and the exquisite Dylan obscurity ÔTomorrow is a Long TimeÕ (this was 1966,
remember). Young pianist David Briggs brought pure gospel chords to ÔLove
LettersÕ and hillbilly guitarist Jerry Reed provided a country edge to ÔGuitar
ManÕ. They enjoyed recording the latter song so much they romped seamlessly
into ÔWhatÕd I SayÕ (deleted on the single but included here). ÔBig Boss ManÕ
was just as exhilarating - but then the business interests intervened. Jerry
Reed was hit up for the publishing rights to his song. He refused, and left;
and so did the spirit of the session.
Those songs (many were used to pad the Spinout soundtrack) laid the
groundwork for The Great Comeback of 1968-69: the TV special and the
sensational soul album From Elvis in Memphis that are now legend. For the first
time since the Sun sessions in 1955, Elvis returned to a Memphis studio. The
city was just peaking as a recording centre. The players, producer, songs and
artist all connected to make sublime music; a perfect mix of soul, country and
gospel. Among the singles were ÔIn the GhettoÕ and ÔSuspicious MindsÕ, and
Elvis had to fight the Colonel to record them without owning the publishing.
(Parker had also wanted the TV special to be all Christmas tunes.)
Once again, Elvis was back as a creative force. IÕve always had a vague
memory of another TV appearance around the turn of the 60s, in which he says, ÒIÕve
been away a while and some great songs have been written.Ó ItÕs gotta be the
Beatles, I thought. And sure enough, he launched into ÔHey JudeÕ, one of the
many gems on this box-set (a studio version cut in Memphis but not released
until 1972).
After the Memphis sessions, Elvis had a new energy, which the Colonel
quickly dissipated through another cynical, soul-destroying money spinner: Las
Vegas. ElvisÕs career in the 60s was a roller-coaster of creative highs and
lows. ItÕs easy to blame the Colonel - and, given the greed and exploitation,
justifiable. But, as for Brian Epstein and the Beatles, there were no rules for
handling the massive success, there was no precedent to guide artistic
development. We can have ÒGiven the material and the managerÓ arguments
forever. What weÕve got are the recordings; given the odds, itÕs remarkable how
many of these 130 tracks are not just listenable, but wonderful.