Hey, everyone. I went to the creek today and saw a lot of tracks. Several interesting ones seemed to be made by a rather big bird. Not like the big yellow one that hangs out on sesame street but more like a hawk or an owl.
When I came home I played some songs on the keyboard. It was fun and I sang along with them. I was playing out of a songbook that contained a representative sample of Elvis's life work. As I played songs like Don't Be Cruel and Love Me Tender I was struck by what a shame it was that the young and newly crowned king of rock and roll stopped writing. His songs that he wrote were among the best he ever recorded. Did he overreact to criticism of his music and let others do the writing? If so, what great and fun music did the critics rob the world of? Maybe it would be good if critics could learn to keep their big mouths off young people?
When I was 21 I didn't know my... leg from a hole in the ground. Perhaps I should expect no more than that from young people suddenly thrust into the spotlight.
If I get the chance to chat with the big E in the next life, I intend to ask him if he had a few songs stuck back in a drawer somewhere at Graceland. I'd sure like the chance to hear them, and to play them on keyboard. If it's not too corny to say it, I miss him.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
When I came home I played some songs on the keyboard. It was fun and I sang along with them. I was playing out of a songbook that contained a representative sample of Elvis's life work. As I played songs like Don't Be Cruel and Love Me Tender I was struck by what a shame it was that the young and newly crowned king of rock and roll stopped writing. His songs that he wrote were among the best he ever recorded. Did he overreact to criticism of his music and let others do the writing? If so, what great and fun music did the critics rob the world of? Maybe it would be good if critics could learn to keep their big mouths off young people?
When I was 21 I didn't know my... leg from a hole in the ground. Perhaps I should expect no more than that from young people suddenly thrust into the spotlight.
If I get the chance to chat with the big E in the next life, I intend to ask him if he had a few songs stuck back in a drawer somewhere at Graceland. I'd sure like the chance to hear them, and to play them on keyboard. If it's not too corny to say it, I miss him.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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