As you might or might not have heard I am currently traveling with my family in the southern united states. Today we woke up somewhere in southern Missouri and got on the road south into Memphis, TN. And when you have to pass right through Memphis you might as well stop by a little place know as Graceland and take a look at the house of one of the legends of Rock and Roll.
I’ve never been a big Elvis Presley fan, his music is all right I suppose but, really as I was anything but part of that era, I just don’t understand what it was like when his music came on the scene and therefore really can’t appreciate all the ground he broke as a musician.
He was a hell of a musician, and that is evident in the room that housed his golden and platinum records, his awards and the like, the man broke so many barriers with his music that I can see why even now flowers and cards adorn his grave-site. I’ve never seen a grave of someone who was that influential in the course of the history of anything, and seeing Elvis’ grave visited by hundreds of people to day alone was really a strange feeling I can hardly place. The man is no longer alive, and hardly even a man any longer, he is a legend and a myth and yet, there he lies, just as dead as you and I will be one day.
His house struck me for how modest it feels by today’s standards of riches and over-exaggerated houses and possessions of the rich and famous. For a man who did so much, his house seemed fairly plain, and a mere 16 acres hardly seems like enough space for someone who had to rent the grocery store at night so he could do his shopping in peace. How things have changed these past 40 years.
Well, that is about it. We are going to be spending tomorrow in downtown New Orleans, visiting the markets and hopefully finding some music and interesting food. Hopefully we round out the evening with a visit to a local bar to catch the Saints and the Lions and get in on some of the excitements the fans down here are lucky enough to experience.