If I ever write a novel, this song will play a prominent role in the closing scene. This may never happen. This likely will never happen. But if it does, then, this song.
My brother-in-law is a huge Elvis Presley fan. I think my parents like him well enough too. I’m not exactly a fan but surely not a detractor either. There are some songs I like and many others that are cute but ultimately uninspired relics of a bygone era. I find this whole greater Elvis phenomenon that continues unabated to this very day both bizarre and ultimately sad. It’s often hard to differentiate reverence from mocking even among his fan base. The general population has wholly assumed a mocking posture which is also sad. Ignoring the mythology and the ridiculous impersonators, one irrefutable fact remains; that boy could sing!
Sure, this song is dripping with the cheese that would eventually define the seventies but it still manages to conjure up a few tattered demons of rock ‘n’ roll. If you ever doubt a song rocks, crank it as loud as possible and if you get goosebumps then it definitely rocks. And boy do I get the goosebumps and spinal shivers every time I hear this song.
To kick off the weekend I’m digging up some majestic ghosts with the last number one hit for the King. Released as a single in 1969, this is the chilling “Suspicious Minds” by the figuratively (and literally?) immortal Elvis Presley.