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What
must it have been like to be there when Elvis burst upon the scene? I know
what it was like in Kells, Co. Meath. I think I was in high babies
at the time. Those bleak mornings in the school yard were taken up with
discussions about the latest episode of Champion The Wonder Horse.
Television was still a novelty then so only a few of us had
witnessed some riotous footage of the emerging Hillbilly Cat.
It
was electrifying. "Helvis Presley?", "No! Elvis
Presley" "What kind of name is that? It's not a bit like
Olohan, O'Rourke, Mulvaney or McGovern." It didn't
matter that our chums didn't understand. We knew there was something there
for us. We'd seen that man shaking. We'd heard those people
screaming.
It's 1977
and Paul Verner, the man who's now lighting engineer with The Pogues, is on the
phone. He sounds choked. He's ringing to tell me the news.
Elvis is dead. My girlfriend is more affected by the news then I am.
Not even playing those wonderful records very loud can ease the sense of
loss. This comes as a double shock to me. You see
much as I enjoyed Elvis, I had latched on to The Beatles and John Lennon as role
models I could relate to. Elvis had seemed far too exotic, too remote, too
adult for me.
A
couple of years later Paul and I went to Memphis with Horslips. Graceland
was been renovated at the time but we got to meet Uncle
Vester. Once again I began to grapple with the daunting complexity of the
Elvis myth.
Final
illumination came in '86. One Sunday afternoon in London, while
passing a high street bar, I was attracted by the sound of
rock'n'roll. Inside an Elvis get-together was in full swing Although
there was no drink being served at that hour, I hung around, enthralled by
that voice. An attractive young women, with callipers on her leg,
invited me to buy some tickets for an Elvis raffle. I explained I couldn't
stay. "Once you find Elvis," she said.
"You never leave."
Six
hours later she came back to tell me I hadn't won a prize. But, you know,
in a way I had. A bit like St. Paul on the road to Damascus, I experienced
a zen-like moment of enlightenment. Those people, the music, that
voice...Finally I was home. I knew Elvis. I was born again
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