Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Momma loved Elvis Presley


I missed the 38th anniversary of Elvis Presley's death.  The “King of Rock and Roll’s” died on August 16, 1977 at the age of 42. Since he was my mother's favorite singer, I thought it was worthwhile to post about him today.


Elvis began his career in Memphis, Tennessee in 1954 when Sam Phillips, owner of Sun Records, wanted to bring “rockabilly” music to a  wider audition. Rockabilly was a mixture of country, rhythm and blues with an upbeat tempo. In 1955, RCA Victor bought out Elvis’ contract in a deal made by Colonel Tom Parker, who would go on to manage Elvis’ career for over 20 years.

Elvis’ first RCA single, “Heartbreak Hotel”, was released in January 1956 and was a number one hit. He soon became the face of rock and roll, appearing in a series of network television appearances and more chart-topping records. He made his first movie, “Love Me Tender” was released in November 1956.


In 1958, Elvis was inducted into the U.S. Army at Fort Chaffee in Arkansas. The Army was not prepared for the onslaught of people descending upon Elvis as he stepped off the bus at the Army base. He was soon sent to Fort Hood, Texas to begin his basic training. In August, Elvis received word his mother had been diagnosed with hepatitis, and he was granted an emergency leave to visit her. She died on August 14 from heart failure – she was only 46 years old. Elvis took her passing very hard because he had always been close to his mother.

In October 1958, Elvis joined the 3rd Armored Division in Friedberg, Germany. It was here that he first met 14-year old Priscilla Beaulieu. After a seven and a half year romance, they finally married.


Elvis returned to the United States in March, 1960, and was honorably discharged with the rank of sergeant. Once back in Memphis, Elvis jumped right into the recording studio. Sessions in March and April produced two of his best-selling singles, the ballads “It’s Now or Never” and “Are You Lonesome Tonight?”



From 1960 to 1967, Colonel Parker pushed Elvis more in the direction of movie making than producing albums. “G.I. Blues” was the first movie Elvis made after leaving the Army and the soundtrack album went to number one. Of Elvis’ movies in the 1960s, 15 were accompanied by bestselling soundtrack albums.

Elvis’ only child, Lisa Marie, was born in February, 1968. This was during a period of his life when he was very depressed and unhappy with his career. Singles released between January 1967 and May 1968 never made it past 40 on the top chart lists and his album “Speedway” never made it past number 82.


Elvis and his young wife were having increasing martial problems and eventually separated in February, 1972. In January 1973, Elvis performed the groundbreaking TV special, Aloha From Hawaii. This special was the first global concert satellite broadcast, reaching approximately 1.5 billion viewers live and on tape delay. His elaborate concert costumers were so elaborate, that Kentucky author Bobbie Ann Mason is quoted as saying, “At the end of the show, when he spreads out his American Eagle cape, with the full stretched wings of the eagle studded on the back, he becomes a god figure.” The accompanying double album was released the next month and went straight to number one, eventually selling over 5 million copies in the United States.

After his divorce, Elvis became heavily dependent on barbiturates, resulting in several hospital admissions. He began missing concerts and many times when he did appear on stage, he was incoherent and kept his performances short.



Elvis was scheduled to fly out of Memphis on the evening of August 16, 1977, to start another tour, but that afternoon he was discovered unresponsive on his bathroom floor. All attempts to revive him failed, and he was officially pronounced dead at 3:30 pm at Baptist Memorial Hospital. President Jimmy Carter issued a statement that credited Presley with having "permanently changed the face of American popular culture".

During his recording career, Elvis made a total of 20 number one albums and 37 number one singles. As my Momma’s favorite singer, she loved collecting anything that had to do with Elvis, from dolls to figurines to plates.

This Super 70s is dedicated to you, Momma.


Monday, August 24, 2015

Happy Birthday, Pet Rocks



Long before Americans began collecting McDonalds Happy Meal toys and Beanie Babies, Troll dolls and Cabbage Patch Kids, or Bobble Heads and Furbys, there was the wildly popular Pet Rock.  Introduced in the summer of 1975, these clean, cheap and well-behaved rocks became THE pet to have. 

The brainchild of Californian Gary Dahl, the first Pet Rocks were gray stones bought from a local building supply company.  Several weeks after the Pet Rock craze started, rocks were being “harvested” from Rosarita Beach in Baja, Mexico.  Over three tons of stone was used to create these geological pets. 

Marketed as if they were live pets, Pet Rocks even came with a “Pet Rock Training Manual.”  The manual had instructions on how to properly raise and care for one's newfound pet (notably lacking instructions for feeding). The instruction manual contained several commands that could be taught to the new pet, and while "sit" and "stay" were effortless to accomplish, "roll over" usually required extra help from the trainer. “Potty training” and "Come" were found to be impossible to teach, but "attack" was a much easier command (picture cavemen throwing rocks).

Pet Rocks were packaged in a cardboard box designed to look like a pet carrier and they sold for $3.95 each.  They became so successful because Dahl, an advertising executive, created an attractive press release and sent it to almost every major media outlet in the country.  An October 1975 edition of Newsweek had an article on the Pet Rock fad and several dozen newspapers picked up the story.  Dahl also had his Andy Warhol moment when he appeared on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson.

The fad lasted about six months, ending with the Christmas season in December 1975.  By the time Americans came to their senses, there were over 1.5 million Pet Rocks sold, making Dahl an instant millionaire.
           
I totally remember being caught up in the Pet Rock craze, asking for my own loveable rock for my 12th birthday.  Citing the fact that my cousins-slash-friends Karen and Ann each had a Pet Rock, I was rewarded with my own Pet Rock to train and love.  I was proud of the fact I taught “Sylvester” to sit, lie down and play dead.
             
Although Americans have gone through many stages of fad toys and gadgets, no one has been as successful as Dahl with marketing his useless Pet Rock.  The Pet Rock is celebrating its 40th birthday this year.

Something is missing from my life



 Something is missing from my life



I feel like my life is been on pause for the past year; a button was pushed and my entire life came to a screeching halt. Even though I am much better physically than I was a year ago, my writing has never fully recovered and I can't seem to get started again. I've never had writers’ block so I don't know how to stop this feeling. How do I get back to where I was artistically when I still feel like crap inside emotionally?

I know I should be thankful for how far I have come in this past year; my friends and my family all tell me I need to give myself a break. I just cannot seem to do that and still live up to the expectations I hold inside my head. I have fought with depression most of my adult life but the fog that is floating through my life at the present is too thick to cut through. I feel trapped in my house because I don't want to leave; the anxiety of having to go outdoors is overwhelming.

The therapist in me tells me that if I go outside and enjoy the sunlight I am sure to feel better, but I can't seem to make that final step into the great outdoors. I missed so much of last year and now I am missing this year because of overpowering fear. Instead I stay indoors where it's nice and cool - granted this helps me breathe better because in that stifling heat it's hard for me to draw breath - and binge watch my favorite television shows. My new favorite Cedar Cove which I managed to watch in just a week’s time. I'm also a fan of the Vampire Diaries and Pretty Little Liars, both are my guilty pleasures, but I’ve just added Teen Wolf, so it may be in the running for an embarrassing part of my life. 

But there's just so much TV you can watch during one day. I have also started reading again, although I have to use my Kindle now for most of my reading enjoyment because my eyesight has gotten too bad for me to pick up a regular book to read. Top of my author’s list is Laurell K. Hamilton – who I got to see this summer when she came to Lexington – Stephen King, Rose Pressey, Debbie Macomber, Kathy Reichs and Patricia Cornwell. Since the beginning of the year, I have re-read Hamilton’s Anita Blake series, Reich’s Bone series and Cornwell’s Scarpetta series. To me there is something comforting in reading past works I have enjoyed. I realize none of these are literary works, but they encourage me and open my heart to writing.

As I write this, I realize I am breaking through my writer’s block. I have book reviews to write, blog posts to construct, articles to edit and column ideas that I want to pitch. Maybe I’m on my way back; my inner therapist is happy to see me writing and I think I heard the lazy yawn of my muse trying to wake up.


Wednesday, August 12, 2015

JADE'S UNCERTAINTY

Welcome back! I have been absent from this blog for too long. Because of a life-threatening illness, I was hospitalized for four months last year, and even though I am much better, I am still on the road to recovery.

As I slowly get back into writing, I decided to visit on old series of short, short stories about my beloved character, Jade. I hope you enjoy this installment, and I hope to see everyone very soon.


JADE'S UNCERTAINTY

Jade followed the young man into the bookstore, eagerly watching his every move. She had plenty of experience with the male species from her own planet, but the males on Earth were different - plain without the exotic look of familiar pale green skin.

The man walked to the back of the store and stopped before a row of leather bound books. He ran his finger slowly across the weathered spines of each book on the fourth shelf, his lips moving, but Jade could not hear what he was saying.

"Hi, Derrek," said the store clerk, "you looking for anything in particular this week?"

"Yeah, I heard you had a first edition of The Red Pony. I want to finish my John Steinbeck collection and it's the only one I don't have." The man continued scanning the books on the shelves.

"Hmm, word sure does travel fast; I don't even have that book on the shelf yet. Come over to the desk and I'll show you." The store clerk turned and started back to the desk.

"I'll be right there, Frank," the man said. Then he slipped a book carefully off the shelf and started turning the pages. Jade pretended to be looking for a book several shelves away. The man glanced up with her, and Jade couldn't read the expression on his face.

Was he mad, interested, angry? Jade had only been on Earth a few weeks, and learning to read the facial expressions of humans was proving to be a difficult task. The man's lips were slightly turned up, but it didn't resemble a smile from the photographs she had studied.

The man turned back to the book and slowly placed it back on the shelf, leaving it sticking out from the rest of the books. He then walked over to the desk to look at the book he had asked about.

"This is not only a first edition, Derrek; it is also signed by Steinbeck. I have the authenticity certificate to go with it. Printed in New York at Covici-Friede in 1937. This book is number 44 of 699 printed. It's not mint condition, but it's a pretty good copy." The clerk removed the book from a plastic sleeve and handed it to the man.

While the men conducted business, Jade walked over to the shelves of book the man had been looking at. She pulled out the book the man left sticking out. The House at Pooh Corner by A.A. Milne; first edition, 1928. As Jade opened the book, a piece of paper fluttered out of the book and landed on the floor. She bent over and picked it. Looking up at the desk to see if the men were watching her, she opened the note and began to read:
"I don't know who you are, but I know you don't belong here. Meet me outside, under the overpass to the bridge over Canal Street."

Jade looked up at the man again, but he was already walking out the front door, a first edition The Red Pony, wrapped and carefully carried under his arm.

Curious – did she follow this man? Or did she ignore the note and go about her business? Jade’s uncertainty seemed to paralysis her as she tried to weigh her options.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Perfect Stocking Stuffer

My newest book - Born and Raised: A Collection of Personal Essays - is available to purchase on Amazon or by emailing me at: brightmyer249(at)hotmail(dot)com. This would make a wonderful Christmas gift or stocking stuffer.