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Follow in the steps of Elvis Presley and Taylor Swift on a road trip through Memphis and Nashville

Follow in the steps of Elvis Presley and Taylor Swift on a road trip through Memphis and Nashville

The Hindu4 days ago

My journey begins with a fried peanut butter-banana sandwich and 'Burning Love'. The sandwich, served beside golden sweet potato pancakes and strips of crisp bacon at The Arcade, Memphis' oldest restaurant, was Elvis Presley's favourite order here. I sit at his booth, drink multiple cups of black coffee, and soak in the sound of his voice, as smooth as butter, with that distinctive vibrato that made millions of fans go weak in the knees.
I am on a music trail through the gracious American South, travelling by road from Memphis to Nashville, to discover how soul music and the blues had an impact on rock and roll, country music, and contemporary pop. Many of America's most influential musicians performed and cut albums here. If you think this is just the music your parents listen to, remember that Justin Beiber, was born in Memphis, and Taylor Swift grew up, and was discovered in Nashville.
Stax Museum for American Soul, Memphis
Let me start by admitting I knew very little about American Soul. Fortunately the Stax Museum, which stands on the site where the influential Stax recording studios ran is a great place to learn about the 'Memphis sound,' shaped by race, religion, and the Mississippi river.
This music, a lot of which was created at Stax, went on to influence the world through the creation of the blues, soul, and rock and roll, and took Stax recording from a tiny recording studio in 1957 to a multi-million dollar organisation. Performers here included Oris Redding, The Staple Sisters, and Aretha Franklin.
Raw and authentic, the vocals are emotion set to rhythm, jazz, and gospel. I walk through exhibits that include vintage recording equipment, Tina Turner's bright yellow sequinned dress and Isaac Hayes' gold-plated, peacock blue 1972 Superfly Cadillac El Dorado.
As an exhibit at the museum puts it: 'Soul music is a groove. And a groove that makes you move... Soul stirs your insides and shakes your outsides.'
In the evening we walk down scenic Beale Street, the neon lit 'home of the blues'. Perched on bar stools at Itta Bena, we mop up bowls of steamy cajun shrimp with fluffy sweet cornbread as a pianist and saxophonist fill the room with that signature Memphis sound.
Sun Studio
Johnny Cash stood here. I pause and look at a X marked into the linoleum floor, along with a group of tourists who inspect it reverentially. BB King passed through these doors. Also Ike Turner, Jerry Lee Lewis, Johnny Cash and that young man who famously came in to cut a record for his mother: Elvis Presley.
As we walk through the compact studio, bustling with tourists, a guide explains why this space is considered the birthplace of rock and roll. In the 50s, the founder Sam Phillips, offered recording services for professionals and amateurs, drawing an 18-year-old Elvis among other greats.
Despite the vintage equipment, or perhaps because of it, this is still a working studio, and artistes come in at night to cut albums once the tourists go home. They are all seeking inspiration, and that signature Sun Sound, authentic and just a bit raw, a world away from the airbrushed images and slickly engineered music of today. (Vocal recordings for three hours start at $600)
Weave carefully between the guitars and vintage piano, to grab a photo op with the historic, studio-original Shure 55-series microphone, used by all the greats. For a minute at least, you will be a part of history.
Graceland, Memphis
I did not expect Graceland to be so moving. The sprawling estate hosts about six lakh visitors a year, and from the looks of it, they are all ardent fans. And if my mother, an Elvis Presley loyalist, is anything to go by, they are all singing 'Hound Dog' in their heads as they explore the 17,500 square foot mansion and its lush grounds, punctuated with horses.
The interactive iPad tour, led by John Stamos (who you may remember as the hunky uncle in Full House) takes you through the luxurious, quirky home, bought by Elvis in 1957, when he was just 22-years-old. He had eccentric taste, and the money to indulge all whims, so the interiors are a beguiling kaleidoscope of stained glass, joyfully bright wallpaper and sequinned cushions. I am especially fascinated by his Jungle Room, an unapologetically kitschy fever dream of green shag carpets, heavy curtains, and ornately carved furniture.
Beautiful photographs of Elvis, Priscilla, and their daughter Lisa Marie Presley adorn the walls. Though the tour includes a look at his flashy cars, including a pink 1955 Cadillac, and planes, the most memorable part is the meditation garden, where visitors stand in hushed silence at the graves. Lisa's is piled with teddy bears, dolls, and flowers.
Ryman Auditorium, Nashville
This is considered the mother church of country music, and it feels suitably hallowed. Home to the Grand Ole Opry between 1943 and 1974, a live country-music radio broadcast, the Ryman has hosted practically all the biggest country music stars: From Dolly Parton, Patsy Cline and Johnny Cash in the past, to Luke Combs, Keith Urban, and Miley Cyrus.
The imposing building was first built to be a church, and opened as the Union Gospel Tabernaclein 1892. As a nod to its past, stained glass windows in blue and red let in tinted sunlight. There are also still lovingly maintained wooden pews that fill the cavenerous room, along with a hardwood floor that contributes to its great acoustics.
Along the walls, there are display windows filled with spangled vests and cowboy boots from past performers, including Don McLeans's (Mumford and Sons) gold buttoned oxford shirt, Ringo Starr's (Beatles) black T-shirt, studded with a metal star and Taylor Swift's black sequin-encrusted dress.
To learn more, and see some very cool cowboy boots, head to The Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum, located in downtown Nashville, which features 3,50,000 square feet of archival storage and a performance space. Also check out the National Museum of African American Music,which explores the impact African American composers have had on music, from jazz to hip hop.
Tour Historic RCA Studio B, Nashville
You may remember 'I will Always Love You' from Whitney Houston's The Bodyguard, but Studio B is where it was first sung by Dolly Parton in 1983. This was Elvis Presley's favourite place to record, and he launched 240 songs from here.
Nicknamed the 'home of a thousand hits,' the recording console used for thousands of sessions still stands at the studio: you may have heard some of them, including Jim Reeve's 'He'll have to go' and Roy Orbinson's 'Only The Lonely'. This is where the Nashville sound, which gave a pop spin to country music was born, making the city an internationally influential recording centre.
There is a hushed silence as the guests 'assemble into a choir' following directions of the energetic tour guide, so we fit into the studio. As we enter the room, dominated by a 1942 Steinway piano, reportedly loved by Elvis, she dims the lights and plays one of his most memorable songs, created here: 'Are you lonesome tonight.'
Broadway and The Bluebird Cafe, Nashville
In the mood to party, we hit the Honky Tonk Highway: lower Broadway, which is a heaving party of screaming guitars, neon lights, and tourists in cowboy hats. Most of the bars offer live music, and we follow the sound of a violin to find ourselves in Luke Bryan's 32 Bridge, where performers in faded jeans and shiny, fringed cowboy boots sing to a packed audience.
Next door a singer in an embroidered vest and leather pants belts out the Eagles' 'Take It Easy', to an audience dominated by a raucous bachelor party, which takes over the dance floor flashing six packs and waving their broad rimmed hats. Meanwhile, a 'pedal tavern' party bike flashed past, unsteady with happily drunk tourists.
Bluebird Cafe, a packed listening room, has a completely different vibe. Do not be fooled by its unassuming appearance, people wait for hours to get into this space, which has hosted significant songwriters and artistes including the late Kris Kristofferson, Garth Brooks and Keith Urban. Taylor Swift first performed here when she was 14, and was later also discovered at Bluebird Cafe.
The cafe is packed, but intimate. Drew Holcomb is performing with Madeline Edwards, KS Rhoads and Josiah Leming, and they settle in a circle in the centre of the room — there is no stage here. As servers take down orders for beers, nachos and cheesecake with quick efficiency, the performers start singing in turn, between chatting with the responsive audience. Singing 'songs that come out of hard places,' as Drew puts it, they laugh, they cry, they talk about love and loss. It is an unexpectedly cathartic session of group therapy.
The writer was in Memphis and Nashville on the invitation of Brand USA

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Follow in the steps of Elvis Presley and Taylor Swift on a road trip through Memphis and Nashville
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time4 days ago

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Follow in the steps of Elvis Presley and Taylor Swift on a road trip through Memphis and Nashville

My journey begins with a fried peanut butter-banana sandwich and 'Burning Love'. The sandwich, served beside golden sweet potato pancakes and strips of crisp bacon at The Arcade, Memphis' oldest restaurant, was Elvis Presley's favourite order here. I sit at his booth, drink multiple cups of black coffee, and soak in the sound of his voice, as smooth as butter, with that distinctive vibrato that made millions of fans go weak in the knees. I am on a music trail through the gracious American South, travelling by road from Memphis to Nashville, to discover how soul music and the blues had an impact on rock and roll, country music, and contemporary pop. Many of America's most influential musicians performed and cut albums here. If you think this is just the music your parents listen to, remember that Justin Beiber, was born in Memphis, and Taylor Swift grew up, and was discovered in Nashville. Stax Museum for American Soul, Memphis Let me start by admitting I knew very little about American Soul. Fortunately the Stax Museum, which stands on the site where the influential Stax recording studios ran is a great place to learn about the 'Memphis sound,' shaped by race, religion, and the Mississippi river. This music, a lot of which was created at Stax, went on to influence the world through the creation of the blues, soul, and rock and roll, and took Stax recording from a tiny recording studio in 1957 to a multi-million dollar organisation. Performers here included Oris Redding, The Staple Sisters, and Aretha Franklin. Raw and authentic, the vocals are emotion set to rhythm, jazz, and gospel. I walk through exhibits that include vintage recording equipment, Tina Turner's bright yellow sequinned dress and Isaac Hayes' gold-plated, peacock blue 1972 Superfly Cadillac El Dorado. As an exhibit at the museum puts it: 'Soul music is a groove. And a groove that makes you move... Soul stirs your insides and shakes your outsides.' In the evening we walk down scenic Beale Street, the neon lit 'home of the blues'. Perched on bar stools at Itta Bena, we mop up bowls of steamy cajun shrimp with fluffy sweet cornbread as a pianist and saxophonist fill the room with that signature Memphis sound. Sun Studio Johnny Cash stood here. I pause and look at a X marked into the linoleum floor, along with a group of tourists who inspect it reverentially. BB King passed through these doors. Also Ike Turner, Jerry Lee Lewis, Johnny Cash and that young man who famously came in to cut a record for his mother: Elvis Presley. As we walk through the compact studio, bustling with tourists, a guide explains why this space is considered the birthplace of rock and roll. In the 50s, the founder Sam Phillips, offered recording services for professionals and amateurs, drawing an 18-year-old Elvis among other greats. Despite the vintage equipment, or perhaps because of it, this is still a working studio, and artistes come in at night to cut albums once the tourists go home. They are all seeking inspiration, and that signature Sun Sound, authentic and just a bit raw, a world away from the airbrushed images and slickly engineered music of today. (Vocal recordings for three hours start at $600) Weave carefully between the guitars and vintage piano, to grab a photo op with the historic, studio-original Shure 55-series microphone, used by all the greats. For a minute at least, you will be a part of history. Graceland, Memphis I did not expect Graceland to be so moving. The sprawling estate hosts about six lakh visitors a year, and from the looks of it, they are all ardent fans. And if my mother, an Elvis Presley loyalist, is anything to go by, they are all singing 'Hound Dog' in their heads as they explore the 17,500 square foot mansion and its lush grounds, punctuated with horses. The interactive iPad tour, led by John Stamos (who you may remember as the hunky uncle in Full House) takes you through the luxurious, quirky home, bought by Elvis in 1957, when he was just 22-years-old. He had eccentric taste, and the money to indulge all whims, so the interiors are a beguiling kaleidoscope of stained glass, joyfully bright wallpaper and sequinned cushions. I am especially fascinated by his Jungle Room, an unapologetically kitschy fever dream of green shag carpets, heavy curtains, and ornately carved furniture. Beautiful photographs of Elvis, Priscilla, and their daughter Lisa Marie Presley adorn the walls. Though the tour includes a look at his flashy cars, including a pink 1955 Cadillac, and planes, the most memorable part is the meditation garden, where visitors stand in hushed silence at the graves. Lisa's is piled with teddy bears, dolls, and flowers. Ryman Auditorium, Nashville This is considered the mother church of country music, and it feels suitably hallowed. Home to the Grand Ole Opry between 1943 and 1974, a live country-music radio broadcast, the Ryman has hosted practically all the biggest country music stars: From Dolly Parton, Patsy Cline and Johnny Cash in the past, to Luke Combs, Keith Urban, and Miley Cyrus. The imposing building was first built to be a church, and opened as the Union Gospel Tabernaclein 1892. As a nod to its past, stained glass windows in blue and red let in tinted sunlight. There are also still lovingly maintained wooden pews that fill the cavenerous room, along with a hardwood floor that contributes to its great acoustics. Along the walls, there are display windows filled with spangled vests and cowboy boots from past performers, including Don McLeans's (Mumford and Sons) gold buttoned oxford shirt, Ringo Starr's (Beatles) black T-shirt, studded with a metal star and Taylor Swift's black sequin-encrusted dress. To learn more, and see some very cool cowboy boots, head to The Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum, located in downtown Nashville, which features 3,50,000 square feet of archival storage and a performance space. Also check out the National Museum of African American Music,which explores the impact African American composers have had on music, from jazz to hip hop. Tour Historic RCA Studio B, Nashville You may remember 'I will Always Love You' from Whitney Houston's The Bodyguard, but Studio B is where it was first sung by Dolly Parton in 1983. This was Elvis Presley's favourite place to record, and he launched 240 songs from here. Nicknamed the 'home of a thousand hits,' the recording console used for thousands of sessions still stands at the studio: you may have heard some of them, including Jim Reeve's 'He'll have to go' and Roy Orbinson's 'Only The Lonely'. This is where the Nashville sound, which gave a pop spin to country music was born, making the city an internationally influential recording centre. There is a hushed silence as the guests 'assemble into a choir' following directions of the energetic tour guide, so we fit into the studio. As we enter the room, dominated by a 1942 Steinway piano, reportedly loved by Elvis, she dims the lights and plays one of his most memorable songs, created here: 'Are you lonesome tonight.' Broadway and The Bluebird Cafe, Nashville In the mood to party, we hit the Honky Tonk Highway: lower Broadway, which is a heaving party of screaming guitars, neon lights, and tourists in cowboy hats. Most of the bars offer live music, and we follow the sound of a violin to find ourselves in Luke Bryan's 32 Bridge, where performers in faded jeans and shiny, fringed cowboy boots sing to a packed audience. Next door a singer in an embroidered vest and leather pants belts out the Eagles' 'Take It Easy', to an audience dominated by a raucous bachelor party, which takes over the dance floor flashing six packs and waving their broad rimmed hats. Meanwhile, a 'pedal tavern' party bike flashed past, unsteady with happily drunk tourists. Bluebird Cafe, a packed listening room, has a completely different vibe. Do not be fooled by its unassuming appearance, people wait for hours to get into this space, which has hosted significant songwriters and artistes including the late Kris Kristofferson, Garth Brooks and Keith Urban. Taylor Swift first performed here when she was 14, and was later also discovered at Bluebird Cafe. The cafe is packed, but intimate. Drew Holcomb is performing with Madeline Edwards, KS Rhoads and Josiah Leming, and they settle in a circle in the centre of the room — there is no stage here. As servers take down orders for beers, nachos and cheesecake with quick efficiency, the performers start singing in turn, between chatting with the responsive audience. Singing 'songs that come out of hard places,' as Drew puts it, they laugh, they cry, they talk about love and loss. It is an unexpectedly cathartic session of group therapy. The writer was in Memphis and Nashville on the invitation of Brand USA

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Meet superstar, who used to smoke 100 cigarettes a day, fond of alcohol, was labelled ‘playboy', related to Raj Kapoor; his name is…

India.com

time4 days ago

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Short fiction: A middle-aged man quits his job to become an Elvis Presley impersonator
Short fiction: A middle-aged man quits his job to become an Elvis Presley impersonator

Scroll.in

time05-05-2025

  • Scroll.in

Short fiction: A middle-aged man quits his job to become an Elvis Presley impersonator

Karthik caressed the fabric as if it were the cheek of a loved one. He used the back of his palm, allowing the cloth to shift and slide against his fingers, pulling his hand away guiltily when he noticed the grime beneath his fingernails. Sheathed in plastic, the outfit hung at the back of an olive-green Godrej cupboard, tucked to the right and out of sight. He should have washed his hands. He hoped it still glimmered the way it had when he had set eyes on it a little over a decade ago at Chagganlal Dresswallah's store in Juhu. It had felt like a summoning, his eyes settling on a corner of its sleeve as it peeked out from a waving mass of hot pink and turquoise. It had cost more than his monthly salary at the time, and he remembered the salesman stifling a bored smile as he handed over the clothes and pointed to a cashier at the front of the store. What could a dark-skinned boy want an Elvis Presley costume for? He could have his answer today, Karthik thought grimly, if they were to meet. Pushing the outfit aside as he reached for a plaid shirt, he recalled the first time he had heard the voice of the King. It was 'Love Me Tender', requested in all probability by some teenager on Saturday Date, the radio show he used to tune into religiously, the way their Christian neighbours went to church on Sundays. He remembered how surprisingly crisp it had sounded in his one-room apartment, pouring out of a new Murphy set that glowed dimly in their poorly lit room. That was when his father was still around, months before he disappeared into the dusty sands of Bahrain, lost either to an industrial accident or the arms of another woman. Karthik would never know because his mother never mentioned her husband again. All that remained of him were two sweaters – his other clothing exchanged for steel utensils – and a faded wedding photograph placed within the folds of a fancy sari she would never wear. His father must have purchased the radio as one of those final displays of largesse – overcompensation for an inability to connect with his wife and son. Other memories rose gently to the surface as Karthik buttoned up his shirt: talent competitions at school, Diwali parties at the office, his arm swirling in imaginary circles as he went down on one knee while miming Presley's hits. The lyrics to 'Hound Dog' came to mind and the more obscure 'Promised Land'. Then, the reactions to his impressions, silent astonishment giving way to laughter and derision. He stopped dressing and breathed heavily. Elvis Presley had died in 1977, and no one would stand the idea of him being resurrected by a South Indian impersonator. That wouldn't stop him, though, no matter how much they laughed. It was all he had left. The sounds of Kalina rushed in from the outside as if a window was suddenly flung open. He would be late if he didn't leave quickly. To think of the past was an exercise in frustration, he reminded himself, shutting the cupboard and getting on with the business of living. Walking into his office at KC & Sons Bathroom Fittings in Lower Parel an hour later, he felt his shoulders droop in a familiar fashion. They fell in step with how time always appeared to slow down within these premises, taking on the texture of molasses. The company had moved to the area decades before large malls and fine dining restaurants appeared, at a time when everyone would drive past that dismal corner of Bombay without stopping. Now, KC & Sons owned the building. Moving into his cubicle, Karthik turned on his computer and double-clicked the day's first Excel sheet. Voices rose and fell around him, conversations broken by a loud remark or an inappropriate joke. He didn't look up. He had no illusions of how dispensable his role in the accounts department was, but it was all he had known. This was where he had worked for almost three decades now, the first company he had applied to after graduating with a degree in commerce. It allowed his mother to finally stop running a tiffin service to pay for his education. He had spent years with his eyes fixed on columns and rows. Colleagues, who had long moved to better jobs, would ask him about girlfriends or an arranged marriage, then stopped joking about his sexuality when it became apparent that he was happy to share a room with just his mother and a music collection. The day wore on, like a thousand others before it, where nothing happened. Ten minutes before 5 pm, Karthik walked into the manager's office to announce his resignation. There was a surprise because he had offered no warning signs. He was as reliable as the furniture, a blind spot meant to stay until retirement before fading away with an engraved watch and a framed certificate of appreciation. He gave no reasons and politely refused to reconsider. A notice period of a month would have to be served, and he acquiesced, smiling half-heartedly as he walked out. None of the sights or sounds on the ride home registered as he thought about the rest of his evening. It had been three months since his mother passed, snatched away along with millions of others by a virus that had laughed in the faces of those it left behind. Their corner of the world had always been joyless, but the gloom seemed to deepen after her absence. He lay awake on most nights in the weeks that followed, staring at the ceiling as shadows cast by passing cars flitted across the paint. Where there should have been loneliness or a hint of abandonment, there was only emptiness, like a stomach grown accustomed to the lack of food. The only bright thing lay in his cupboard, waiting to be set free. Unlocking the door, Karthik stepped inside and began undoing his shirt. He thought about rumours from the 1980s of Elvis being alive and appearing at fast-food restaurants across America. The sightings had died down in the years since. There had never been a resurrection reported from Asia. Stepping out of his trousers, he placed them on the back of a chair and waited as his eyes adjusted to the dark room. He then walked in his socks and underwear, his upper lip curling slowly upwards. 'Wise men say,' he hummed, 'only fools rush in …' Opening the cupboard, he reached for the outfit and removed its covering sheet. The shirt and trousers were white, with gold sequins stitched onto every inch. They didn't shine as brightly as he remembered them but still twinkled in the reflected streetlight, distracting him into silence. Shutting the steel door, he put them on slowly and stood before the mirror, squinting as he tied the cape. The dark glasses would go on later, with mascara and whitening cream purchased a week ago. Turning to his stereo system that stood in a corner, Karthik reached for a cassette from the top of a pile. He knew what it was from where it had been placed the night before. Sliding it in, he pressed play and turned up the volume before walking back to the mirror. Outside, the late evening had begun its slow shuffle into another restless night, the streets thinning out and emptying like water from a cracked plastic bottle as neighbours and stragglers walked home. Karthik closed his eyes and shut it all out, creating a bubble of silence in which he alone lay cocooned. He imagined thousands of lights going down and a spotlight waiting for him at the centre of his room. Stepping into it lightly, he threw up one hand. He could die. But Elvis would live.

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