500 miles to graceland
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500 miles to GracelandLarry Van Zandt
Writing 240, Creative Non-fictionEssay 2Lyons
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There is no better-known music icon in existence that has influenced more people than
one Elvis Aron Presley. The top-selling recording artist of all time has won (only) three Grammy
awards, the Grammy Lifetime Achievement award at the absolutely elderly age of thirty-six, and
has probably been inducted into more halls-of-fame than Jesus Christ.
Presley, a one-time truck driver who was repeatedly told early on, before he released his
first single, that he pretty much couldnt sing to save his lifein addition to becoming the most
popular musical icon of all timealso generated more than his share of controversy. Elvis the
Pelvis caused a not-inconsiderable amount of concern for parents of screaming teenaged girl
fans, simply because at the time, gyrating hips (Presleys onstage performance trademark early in
his career) were thought to be something approaching unholy behavior, a rock-and-roll Pied
Piper leading wayward teens into sinful interaction with each other. Females swooned when he
was performing live, creating so much concern that at one point the Catholic church got
indirectly involved by sending a desperate telegram to J. Edgar Hoover, the infamous longtime
director of the FBI, suggesting that the performer might be a danger to national security due to
Presleys supposed ability to make girls lose control of most bodily functions, upon either
hearing or seeing him perform.
Initially working with legendary Sun Records boss Sam Phillips, Elvis combined both
black and white musical influences and quickly took the world by storm, creating a new genre of
music, rock and roll. In addition to that somewhat-mighty feat, he also pushed guitar-playing to
the forefront, casting aside formerly-popular piano-playing (and thirteen-year-old-cousin-
marrying) acts such as Jerry Lee Lewis.
One might assume that Presleys reign of musical terror finally subsided with his passing
in 1977. However, unlike most other blips on the longevity scale, Elvis hasnt disappeared from
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the social radar; far from it, in fact. This long-dead musician currently outsells The Beatles in
Great Britain, and according to Forbes magazine, is either on top of, or within a place or two of
claiming the yearly title of Top-Earning Deceased Celebrity. He is also on top of the list for
most weeks spent at number one on the Billboard charts. If anything, as often occurs with
famous celebrities who pass far too early, this cultural icon has become even more famous in
death, amassing a vast fortune for the Presley estate.
The funny thing is that in 1987, I couldnt have cared less about any of this information.
To my uncultured, immature mind at the time, Elvis Presley was an incredibly-dead, three-
buckets-of-chicken-eating lard ass, and my father (incorrectly) thought he sang just like the
daisy-pushing, worm food musician, which provided no small amount of annoyance for me, and
also doubled to create a considerable amount of joke material for my brother and I.
Noting the outlandish costumes that I saw Presley wearing during spots I would
occasionally see on TV (one of these being the famous white Eagle suit), I routinely and
purposely confused The King with another musician that had just passed away in 1986, from
AIDS, much to the often cruel and morbid delight of clueless, teenage boys everywhere.
Liberacean incredibly flamboyant, highly-overdressed, and famed piano player whose career
overlapped Presleys during the 1950s and 1960slooked like he had a long-lost, overdressing
twin brother in Elvis. Not only did I have to listen to my dad attempt to sing (badly) various
Presley tunes, I was forced, ad-nauseam, to listen to The Kings music whenever I rode in the
same vehicle with my father, which happened often, and prompted me to routinely disable the
radios/tape players in whatever vehicle he was using as a daily driver at the time.
This was a rather impressive feat considering my father owned a few used-car lots during
this time period, and he might grab the keys to almost anything on the lot to drive home from
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work. Since I was riding the bus straight to the main lot location right after school every day, I
had to be on my toes to anticipate what he might want to drive, or suggest vehicles for him to
drive home, of course with all musical-generating devices being placed out of commission
beforehand. He never did figure out what I was doing, so his major concern was trying to
ascertain why there were anywhere between forty and sixty cars or trucks on his used-car lot at
any given time, and none of them appeared to have a working stereoat least when he was
driving them home. This was the only way I could put a dent into his chronic Elvis obsession
while I rode in the car with him.
Elvis was an insatiable fetish for my father. However, now that I think about it, a lot of
things were fixations in my fathers attention span, and Elvis happened to be one of the more
annoying ones. I recall the Great Rod Stewart Preoccupation of 1981, the I Sound Just Like
Rooster Cogburn epidemic of 1984, and the Ive Got A Pot Belly But No Really Im
Amazingly Physically Fit As Evidenced By My Ability To Sit On The Couch At Home With My
Shirt Off While Exposing My Creepy Pointy Man Nipples And Use This Really Annoying Arm
Strengthening Coil Spring/Elastic Strap Thingie craze of1985. My father was not alone in this
aspect, where fads and hobbies may come and go, but for some people, Presley never really goes
away.
Therefore, it should come as no surprise, given his fetish for The King, that it was
(supposedly) my fathers life-long dream to visit Graceland, the tomb/estate/tourist trap of the
long-deceased Elvis Presley.
If there is one physical edifice that has been and will be quintessentially associated with
this titan of the music industry, it is his Memphis, Tennessee, Graceland estate. Originally part of
Graceland Farms, the property was parceled up and the section known to fans around the world
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as Graceland, with its familiar mansionbuilt in 1939was eventually purchased by Presley
for $100,000 in 1957. It was subsequently modified by Elvis to suit his own tastes; a shooting
range, a squash court, and even a meditation garden were added. The estate would grow so large
that shortly after Presleys death in 1977, the yearly tally just to keep the property up and running
was approaching $500,000 a year.
The current-day Graceland includes museums, the property itself, souvenir shops, all of
Presleys old vehicles in an automotive museum across the street, and still has a functioning
horse stable. There are also several memorabilia collections housed all over the estate in various
buildings, including the trophy room and squash court.
After Elvis passed away in 1977, it came to light that Presleys business manager, one
Colonel Tom Parkerwho in reality was illegal immigrant Andreas Van Kujik from Holland,
having faked his death to cover his fleeing from his home country (more on that later)that he
had been making incredibly poor business and contractual decisions, not to mention was
pocketing 50% of all of Presleys earnings. During the court case in which Priscilla Presley
(Elvis and she divorced in 1973) was outlining how Parker could remain in charge of the estate,
the judge in the case appointed a trustee to begin investigating Colonel Tom, and found shady
deal after shady deal, on top of countless bad decisions concerning royalties and contracts. The
judge then ordered Elvis Presley Enterprises to sue Parker for mismanagement. He countersued,
and received $2 million in a settlement, but was finally out of the way, although the estate now
owed the IRS over $15 million.
A recommendation suggesting that the estate be sold was suggested. however, Priscilla
did not want to sell the first home of her daughter, Lisa Marie, so an outside advisor was hired to
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sort out what to do with what remainedand the decision was made to make the entire estate
into an Elvis-themed museum.
The actual property is on the east side of Elvis Presley Avenue, however, across the street
are located a museum or two, several other buildings, and the two personal jets belonging to The
King; Lisa Marie, aConvair 880 passenger jetliner, and Hound dog II, a Lockheed Jetstar
which are both extra-charge exhibits of the Elvis museum. The property all of this is situated on
is Graceland Plaza, a generally dumpy area which was opened as a shopping center in the late
1960s, but was purchased by E.P.E. (Elvis Presley Enterprises) in 1983.
It was decided by unanimous decisionin that Dad decided for all the rest of usthat
the entire family would go visit Memphis and see the sightsthose associated with Elvis
Presley, anyway. My father, stepmother, older brother Ric, older sister April, younger sister
Traci, and I would board a full-size, 1983 Chevy half-ton conversion van, replete with late-
1970s/early 1980s disco paint, Western turbine wheels, fiberglass fender flares and front air
dam, and Dad frantically piloted this garish menace like a TV evangelist on his way to the bank,
all the way to Tennesseebreaking several speed-limit laws in the process.
What this trip amounted to as the sobering reality began to set in, was that we, the
aforementioned suffering rest of the family, were about to take a family vacationon his terms.
If any of the rest of us had anything that we wanted to see on this journey, well, it had better be
something in an Elvis museum, or we would be simply shit out of luck.
We arrived on the outskirts of Memphis sometime around eight in the morning, and the
Van of Idiots/Ship of Fools arrived at the Elvis Presley museum around nine. The family happily
disembarked from the Chevy, Im sorry, I meant to say escaped from the vehicle, my brother
and I pushed each other around a bit more, and Dad, for the eight-hundredth time on this trip,
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looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel on his neck as he told us to knock it the hell off;
he was already approaching apoplectic because for some reason, the brand-new Pioneer tape
deck that he had just installed for this trip had somehow mysteriously quit working during the
first gasoline stop. This produced an extreme amount of swearing, because he had brought his
entire Elvis tape collection along to listen to on the journey, and now this goddamned blank-
blank-blank Pioneer piece of blankety-blank-blank had quit blankety-blank working, and even
more maddening was that he had paidfull retail price for this unithe could no longer listen to
Elvis, and he sure as hell was not going away quietly.
Darn.
The Family Van Zandt finally assembled in line out in front of the Museum, because dad
wanted to see the Presley aircraft first. My dad was a wanna-be pilot, having on many occasions
loudly proclaimed (with volume of proclamation depending on amount of alcohol consumption)
that he was a chopper pilot in Vietnam, yet none of the family members I have ever stumbled
across on his side of the family can ever remember him having ever actually served there.
Needless to say, Dad wanted to see the airplanes first, so we went to see the planes, although I
think my brother, my two sisters and I somehow managed to convince Father that we really did
not care about what was in the planes, and since he was able to save money, i.e. by not having to
spend it on making us happy, he of course gladly went inside sans children.
As the morning dragged on in Memphis, and my siblings and I were forced to look at the
cheesy Elvis paraphernalia while Dad and Sheila didwhatever it was they were doing on board
the two derelict Presley aircraft, I noticed something interesting. Scores of tourists were
beginning to show up now as the sun slowly climbed into the sky. Some were attempting to
imitate Presley, whether it be singing (badly) one of his songs. Others, in an Elvis-ish voice,
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were saying, Thank you very much!, as if theyre wearing a sweaty jumpsuit, and are exiting
the stage after four curtain calls, where theyre Elvis, and have just completed the Aloha from
Hawaii concert in front of tens of thousands of screaming fans.
This was the point in my journey where things began to get a bit weird. The usual type of
nondescript traveler was present, but they were vastly outnumbered by tourists either wearing
something that made mention of their love for all things Elvis, had Elvis-looking hairdos (even
some women), some were dressed quite a bit like Elvis, and the most frightening of this rapidly-
expanding group were the truly faithful of this cabal, who were packingframed pictures of Mr.
The King. It was at this point that I recall saying to my brother, Holy Shit, I think these people
are serious.
Upon further reflection, having seen milling throngs of hundreds either emulating Presley
or imitating him outright, I am routinely reminded of the Jesus Syndrome, a phenomenon
which occurs to travelers quite often in Jerusalem, in which tourists show up in the Holy City
(for example, Ed from Kansas City), and immediately begin to think theyre Jesus. The problem
is so prevalent that Israeli hospitals have set up Jesus Wings, psychiatric floors entirely devoted
to assisting patients who are utterly convinced that theyre the risen-again Son of God. I never
did find out whether or not this happens around Graceland, however, I would not have been all
that shocked to discover that several dozen visitors a year had succumbed to thinking they were
the risen-again Elvis Presley.
Im thankful that my father either had the foresight to avoid, or by stupid, bumbling good
luck, somehow managed not to arrive on January 8th, which in Memphis is code for We hope
youre not in a freaking hurry to get anywhere!, as hundreds of thousands of fans attempt to
infest Graceland like a massive, biblical, Ten-Plagues-of-Egypt-level swarm of memorabilia-
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purchasing locusts, celebrating Elvis Presleys birthday. Not only do they crowd the streets of
Memphis, they also surround Presleys birthplace in Tupelo, Mississippi, in addition to holding
parties around the world. Are you one of the Elvis Faithful, and cant make it to Graceland for
his birthday? Dont panic, there just might be a party at a location near you!
In addition to the celebration of his birth, serious Presley fans can also get in on the Elvis
celebration in a most glorious two-fer, where thousands of fans can again flock to Graceland to
crowd around the gravesite of one Elvis Aron Presley (tent provided), and remember his passing
on August 16th, 1977, an event which draws spectators from all around the worldnot just
Arkansas.
To give an example of just how world-wide the Elvis phenomenon truly is, one only has
to hop in the car and drive a few miles down the roadoh yeah, and board a plane, fly several
thousand miles, land at an airport in Jerusalem, rent a car, and drive a bit towards the city of Tel
Aviv, where one might stumble across the town of Abu Gosh, and contained therein is a small
little business called, appropriately enough for the Holy Land, the Elvis Caf and Restaurant. In
addition to this pair of buildings, there is an establishment not too far away called, The Elvis
Inn, where you can see a gigantic white statue of The King (not Solomon), and see Elvis name
in Hebrew, not to mention listen to Presley songs during the duration of your visit.
Not only does Elvis still sell merchandise thirty-fouryears after his death, Presley himself
is still in big demand. According to the Professional Elvis Impersonators Association (as
opposed to the Rank Amateur Elvis Crappy Impersonators Group), there are overtwo hundred
thousandknown professional Elvis Presley impersonators worldwide, up from a mere one
hundred and seventy in 1977. Among current impersonators; Peter Singh: a Sikh living in Wales,
England, sings Indian-themed Elvis tunes at his pub; Elvis Herselvis, a lesbian impersonator; and
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Robert Washington, the first black man to ever win the World Elvis Impersonator
Championship. An additional note: There is also a World Elvis Impersonator convention held
each year, usually in Las Vegas, a popular stopover point for the real Elvis Presley when he was
still alive.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I mean museummy brother, sisters, and I were
beginning to be weirded out. Looking around, waiting for Dad to finish up his drooling on the
upholstery in the planes, we noticed that only maybe half of the tourists within earshot were
speaking English. I think I recognized German, French, Spanish, and Arkansanese, an
impossible-to-understand, frontier gibberish dialect of English that I just now made up to
describe the drawled-out, heavily slurred conversation which occurs in that part of the
countrybless their hearts.
It was now time to board the bus for the trip, and go across the street to Elvis Nirvana.
Upon entering the mansions gigantic front door, after having passed through what are
literally the worlds most famous front gates aside from the White House, it doesnt ever register
until much later that you are walking through the home of someone that hasnt bothered to drop
by to check his mail in almost thirty-five years. The most frightening aspect for me is that
Presleys home is so perfectly preserved, no, embalmed; the entire edifice is such a wonderfully-
captured moment in time that you almost expect Elvis to step out of a closet somewhere and ask,
in an annoyed manner, Uh, can I help you?
The problem with Graceland, at least the mansion anyway, is that there really is not a
whole lot to see. Most of the main floor is open to the tour (the lounge is roped off, but you can
see a beautiful baby grand piano in a far room), as is the basement/entertainment area. However,
the entire upper floor is completely blocked off to the public, and it takes an act of congress to be
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able to access that area, much less view the most secret domain of Elvis; his bedroom. There are
only a couple of grainy pictures available of this room and his bathroom online, where the King
reportedly passed away, or was found unconsciousdepending on which family member you
ask, because no relative can corroborate where Presley actually died. The shadow of secrecy
surrounding the entire upper floor is legendary: one of the most disturbing things I encountered
while researching this paper about the house itself was an artists recreation of the Death Scene
via a startling, life-like miniature diorama, depicting the loudly-colored, red and green bedroom
and bathroom of Presley; an Elvis Presley action figure is splayed dead on the bathroom carpet,
pants around his ankles, where he slid off of his luxurious, custom-built, barber-chair-style
padded toilet. A Ginger Alden action figure is also captured, mid-stride, lavender dress on, arms
raised in exclamation as she discovers Presley unconscious on the floor (Ginger Alden was his
last girlfriend, and lived with him at Gracelandand apparently, Elvis really liked to take long
dumps and read).
Aside from the almost-nauseating realization that some sick bastard fan with way too
much time on their hands thought it would be a great idea to capture Presleys final moments like
you would with a Star Wars action playset (gee, what a great idea it would be to recapture other
famous morbid final moments in toy form, such as a Kenner Third Reich Strikes Back themed
playset, where kids ages 7-13 can recreate the Adolf Hitler/Eva Braun suicide!), there is very
little known about the mysterious second floor, other than Presleys aunt actually lived up there
until her death in 1994. Elvis stated that she could live there as long as she wanted. Presleys
parents also lived at Graceland for quite some time, and their bedroom is part of the tour on the
main floor. The aunt lived in the house while the mansion was being toured by thousands of fans,
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passing below the floor directly beneath herseven days a week, four weeks a month, 12
months a year, for thirteen years.
From the first moments of entering through the front door, and exiting through the back
of the main house, one word echoes through scores of post-tour interviews to describe the entire
experience, where tourists are asked about their opinions of the working tomb. The word?
Tacky.
The entire house (including the grainy photos of the second floor) is the tackiest place on
the planet. The lounge (at one point completely adorned in royal red) looks like a low-rent
antiques flea market. The kitchen appears to be large enough to supply an entire troop
platoonorat least one hungry Elvis. The Jungle room, replete with green shag carpet (possibly
resembling a jungle floor?), seems to be an eerie caricature of where Mowgli from The Jungle
Book might spend his nights. The entertainment/TV room downstairs, where Presley
watchedthree TVs at oncelooks like a surreal, abandoned 1970s adult movie set. Green
shag carpet once again rules the day, but unlike the aptly-named Jungle room upstairs, the
entertainment room in the basement not so much entertained Elvis as it does tourists, who I
often heard gasp Oh my God!, accompanied by hushed giggling, upon realizing that no room
in Presleys home was safe from his tasteless, lottery-winner interior design. I know that I was
definitely entertainedafter passing through that part of the house.
Upon exiting the tomb/haunted mansion, ones vision is restored to normalcy, as the
grounds outside are of a conservative ambiance; as a stark contrast between the excesses of the
interior and the quiet, thoughtful, and introspective solitude of the grounds and outlying
buildings outside, one begins to wonder if Elvis projected an inverse, dual personality onto his
estate; Elvis was a showman on the outside, but a quiet, thoughtful, extremely intelligent man on
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the inside, away from the public. In contrast, the exterior of Presleys domain represented peace
and serenity, while the interior looked like any number of poorly-executed, loud, and overdone
stage backgrounds that might have been behind Elvis during the filming of any one of his many
crappy movies.
The home has an embalmed feel to it: Elvis is perfectly preserved outside in his casket,
buried in the meditation garden with his mother and father, the house is also perfectly preserved
inside, as if Graceland was the worlds first working tomb, reliving Presleys last day into
oblivion, in some sort of macabre version of Bill Murrays epic movie, Groundhog Day, but in
this version, only Graceland wakes up every February 2nd to Sonny and Cher, and Elvis is still
pushing daisies outside.
I still do not know what to make of it. To me, the entire Elvis Presley experience has an
almost religious feel to it, as if Graceland is the Holy Land of Presley fanatics, where, like Jesus
Christ before him, Elvis walks with mere mortals every day, performing miracles big and small
through his music. When you really begin to take a look behind the curtain, and cast aside any
theocratic connotations, stripping away Presleys success reveals a man who was just as weird
and erratic as any other normal human being, but millions of people still worship him
nonetheless.
My father walked away a bit disenfranchised. He was among the Elvis faithful, and I
believe was disappointed because the rest of his family didnt share his religion, sort of like
being Jewish and discovering that all of your kids have just became atheists. It probably also did
not help that his two sons mocked his musical savior at every turn, with one of those kids being a
rather talented smart-ass, able to find something funny about pretty much anything and
everything. I walked away from Graceland with a set of questions that has never really been
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adequately answered, and an amazing case of gas pains, in which combined with my brothers
also-distressing gastronomical problems, created a rather stinky problem for the trip home, as my
brother and I began a severe, two-hundred-mile-long farting contest, in which every window in
the van was opened, but did nothing to alleviate the waste-processing-plant stench that was
emanating from our rears as the 70-mph, freeway-flying winds howled through the open
windows.
Oh, and by the way, concerning Colonel Tom Parker faking his death so he could flee his
native Holland? Apparently there is an interesting bit of evidence that Elvis may not be buried
out in the grave in the meditation garden, and may have faked his own death as wellbut that is
a topic for another paper.
If you are ever in Memphis, Tennessee, the current price of a ticket to tour Graceland is
$27. You have to see it at least once. Keep in mind that you need to stay the hell away on two
specific dates, otherwiseyou just might join Elvis in the Great Beyondwherever that might
be. Also remember to leave your intelligence at the door.