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Elvis' final years (1980 Rolling Stone article) "Elvis: The Final Years"
by Jerry Hopkins Elvis Presley's final years were full of paradox. He was the rebellious king of rock & roll who returned again and again in the Seventies to play Las Vegas, home to such "establishment" entertainers as Sammy Davis Jr. and Frank Sinatra. He crisscrossed the nation on grueling tours, setting box- office records for performances that became increasingly sloppy and listless. He was often unprepared at recording sessions, and even when it was apparent on disc, everything RCA released scaled the charts. With the help of manager Colonel Tom Parker's finely tuned Presley machine, Elvis projected an image of the courteous Southern gentleman -- always answering reporters' questions with a "yes, sir" or "no, ma'am," and lavishing expensive gifts of cars and cash on strangers -- but often abusing his aides and bodyguards and friends. Most telling of all, Elvis was the most popular entertainer in the world, a figure of constant attention who came off as the boy next door while his life grew increasingly bizarre. He was fascinated by guns, and in his last years rarely went anywhere without carrying one. He became a nocturnal creature who would rent an amusement park outside Memphis so he could ride the roller coaster at night -- alone except for his entourage. He covered hotel-room windows with aluminum foil to keep daylight out. His appetite for -- and dependence on -- uppers and downers and painkillers was incredible. Elvis didn't play out his final years alone. There were other actors in the drama. The Colonel. His father, Vernon, and his daughter, Lisa Marie. The women -- his former wife, Priscilla, and his girlfriends Linda Thompson and Ginger Alden. His bodyguards, Red and Sonny West, and his aides, Joe Esposito and Charlie Hodge. And his doctor, George Nichopoulos. But by 1974, Elvis was a very sick man. And it seemed that none of the people he gathered around him could do anything to stop him from slipping away. What follows is excerpted from "Elvis: the Final Years" by Jerry Hopkins, published in 1980 by St. Martin's Press. - The Ed. ----- September 1974 - January 1975 ----- It was a bad time for Elvis. Everything seemed to be coming apart. His father and his stepmother, Dee, separated after ten years. "Vernon treated me like a child; he kept me in a cage," Dee said. It was a familiar theme. Priscilla had felt suffocated and restricted, too. Now, as Dee was packing up and leaving Vernon's house nearby, Elvis watched as his friend Linda Thompson moved her things out of Graceland. Their relationship was an emotional one, and there would be flare-ups for years to come. Elvis had also lost his longtime piano player, David Briggs, who was being paid $3000 a week by Elvis but wanted to return to Nashville's recording studios. Elvis' health plummeted as his weight ballooned. Just how much weight he had put on, and how quickly, became apparent when he arrived at the University of Maryland on September 27th. So great was the change, some of the boys in the band had trouble recognizing him. Tony Brown, who had taken Briggs' place in the backup band, remembered watching Elvis arrive. "He fell out of the limousine to his knees," said Brown. "People jumped to help and he pushed them away, like, 'Don't help me!' He always did that when he fell. He walked onstage and held onto the mike for the first thirty minutes like it was a post. Everybody was scared." Guitarist John Wilkinson was standing a few feet away from Elvis. "The lights went down," he recalled, "and Elvis came up the stairs. He was all gut. He was slurring. He was so fucked up. It was obvious he was drugged, that there was something terribly wrong with his body. It was so bad, the words to the songs were barely intelligible. He could barely get through the introductions. We were in a state of shock. I remember crying. He cut the show short, yet it seemed like it went on forever." The rest of the tour was, as Brown put it, "uphill." For three nights, in Detroit, South Bend and St. Paul, Elvis seemed in control. His eyes were bright and the shows were energetic, giving hope to those around him. Back in Detroit for another show, he slipped again. "I watched him in his dressing room, just draped over a chair, unable to move," said Wilkinson. "So often I thought, 'Boss, why don't you just cancel this tour and take a year off?' I mentioned something once in a guarded moment. He patted me on the back and said, 'It'll be alright. Don't worry about it.'" The cities rolled by, all of them very much alike, all noisy and somewhat numbing. Dayton, Wichita, San Antonio, Abilene... Limousines, hotel rooms, huge auditoriums and the chartered Playboy jet that took him from town to town became the only environments he knew. After that, Elvis didn't work for five months. It didn't get any better in 1975. On January 8th, Elvis celebrated his fortieth birthday. He worried that he was "getting up there," and that hurt. Twenty days later, Elvis entered the hospital for, among other problems, an enlarged colon. At least that's what the press was told. And it was true. But it was also true that Elvis was there for another detoxification. This, too, would be confirmed years later by Dr. Nick [George Nichopoulos]. At the time, however, Nichopoulos merely stated that Elvis had been sick for several days but was reluctant to go to the hospital. He said it had required several more days of talking before Elvis submitted to the physician's wishes, during which time a suite was held for him on the Baptist Hospital's eighteenth floor. Finally, on January 28th at five a.m., the telephone rang at the nurse's station. Dr. Nick said he was leaving Graceland with Elvis and would be arriving in fifteen minutes. Elvis, wearing navy blue pajamas and a few days' beard, showed up with his father, Joe Esposito, Linda Thompson and a few bodyguards. The enlarged colon and drug detoxification were two serious problems treated during his three-week stay. Another more serious problem -- one never discussed publicly -- showed up in a liver biopsy. Later, Elvis would joke about the long needle that was stuck into his side to extract a sample of liver tissue, but the findings weren't at all amusing. There was severe damage to the organ, and it was clear to attending physicians that the probable cause was drug abuse. The colon problem was caused by Elvis' poor eating habits, Dr. Nick said. Elvis loved fried foods and sugar, and needed an almost complete change in diet. As usual, Elvis was cheerful and obedient, promising to mend his ways. Of course, he didn't. ----- December 1975 - January 1976 ----- This was the first time Elvis ever worked during the winter holidays. In the 1960s, it was always written into his contract that he was not available until after January 8th, his birthday. Why did he break tradition? And why did he agree to perform on New Year's Eve in the huge Silver Dome in Pontiac, Michigan, which seated 80,000, when he knew it would be too big to give his fans the show they paid to see? The answer, of course, was money. Elvis needed money, desperately. His bank accounts were empty, and he had borrowed money against future earnings, using Graceland for collateral. As difficult as it was to believe, Elvis was broke. Every way except economically, the show was a disaster. The sounds of "Thus Spake Zarathustra" echoed through the gigantic hall. As Elvis entered, he looked confused. Where were his sidemen? Where were his singers? Finally, he spotted them below him, on another level. He was surprised, then angry. Why hadn't anyone told him he'd have to sing alone? In the middle of the show, his pants ripped, splitting at the seams because of his extra poundage. The temperature made it worse. It was so cold, the members of the band were playing in their overcoats. "The trumpet players' lips were so cold they could barely blow their horns," said John Wilkinson. "It was so cold our strings kept changing key. Oh, we were glad to get out of there." On the way home, Elvis exploded, cursing and blaming everyone he could think of for the show. So black was his mood, Linda Thompson just sat there and let it happen. Normally, she would have made a face at him or fed him some gooey sweet and cooed him back to serenity with baby talk. A few days later, a story in the entertainment trade papers reported that the concert grossed $800,000, believed to be a world's record for a single night by a single artist, beating out the Beatles' take at Shea Stadium in 1964. Elvis kept about half of it. The Colonel pulled off another coup at about the same time, selling to RCA Records the rights to all material recorded by Elvis through 1972. Obviously, this represented a huge body of product -- more than 350 songs, nearly fifty albums' worth, almost all of it still in the catalog and selling slowly but steadily. One RCA executive claimed that the Colonel's motivation for the deal was "greed, pure and simple," and said the record company went for it only because it figured it'd get the money back, and the big price tag was worth paying to keep Elvis and the Colonel happy. The price? A nice, round $6 million. ----- February 1976 - May 1976 ----- Elvis was losing control. He hadn't recorded any new material in almost nine months, and with RCA wishing to maintain its three-album-per-year release schedule, new songs were sorely needed. Elvis ignored pleas to go to Nashville or Hollywood to record and didn't want to go back to Stax in Memphis, either. So, in the first week of February 1976, RCA began moving $200,000 worth of recording equipment into Elvis' Graceland mansion. If Mohammed wouldn't go to the mountain, then the mountain would go to Mohammed. Elvis' road band was flown in from Los Angeles, and several top Nashville studio men -- David Briggs piano, Bobby Emmons on electric piano and Norbert Putnam on bass -- were called. Everyone was waiting for Elvis to come downstairs and sing. Felton Jarvis was producing the sessions as usual, and he kept moving nervously back and forth between the den and the big RCA mobile truck parked outside. The jokes never stopped, but by midnight, everyone was getting anxious. Elvis sent word that he was sick and had a doctor in attendance. Red and Sonny West and Dave Hebler explained Elvis' behavior another way. In their book, "Elvis: What Happened?," they tell of a sinister story about a plan Elvis had to kill the city's top narcotics dealers. They contend this is what kept Elvis holed up in his bedroom. Red said Elvis summoned him to his room, where he had a huge arsenal of automatic weapons, pistols, rifles and rockets strewn all over the floor. Elvis handed Red a list of names and a packet of photographs and implied that they'd been given to him by the Memphis police. "Elvis had it all planned," Red wrote. "He wanted myself and Dave Hebler and Dick Grob, the former cop [who had gone to work for Elvis some years earlier], to go out and lure them, and he said he was going to kill them." Elvis told Red and Dave that he would use the recording sessions as his cover. They'd set up the target, he'd sneak out of the house the back way, make the hit and return swiftly to Graceland, where he would then go downstairs and sing. Red shook his head and said it was pretty heavy. "Hell," said Elvis, "the cops want them." Somehow, Elvis was diverted, chemically or conversationally. His fantasy was set aside. And the recording session finally began. In seven days, Elvis sang a dozen songs. It wasn't easy getting even that much out of him. Ten of the songs appeared on the album FROM ELVIS PRESLEY BOULEVARD. The lyrics, as a lot, were sad, and Elvis' performance, though adequate, clearly showed his failing strength and health. Elvis' moods continued to swing wildly. When he first saw the recording setup in his den, he said, "Let's leave it, I like it better this way than with furniture." A few days later, he stood in the den facing the huge playback speakers, his eyes glazed, pointing a shotgun. "The sound's no fuckin' good in those things!" he croaked. "I'm gonna kill the motherfuckers and put 'em out of my misery." He cocked the shotgun and took unsteady aim. Some of the musicians got the gun away from him, and a few minutes later the session was cancelled. Some nights, he seemed remote, disconnected. Other nights he failed to show up at all. Finally, on February 9th, RCA packed up its gear and returned to Nashville, happy to have what it had. ----- March 1977 - April 1977 ----- Elvis' small fleet of jets was aimed at many of the cities where his oldest and most loyal constituency lived -- Phoenix, Amarillo, Norman, Abilene and Austin. This was the territory he traveled in the Fifties when he drove from city to city with Scotty Moore and Bill Black ("the Blue Moon Boys") to appear in noisy, crowded honky-tonks and on the backs of flatbed trucks. This is where he was a young star on the "Louisiana Hayride" radio show. It was this region -- the panhandle of West Texas, Arkansas, north Louisiana -- that gave little Sun Records an entire galaxy of stars besides Elvis: Carl Perkins, Roy Orbison, Conway Twitty, Charlie Rich, Jerry Lee Lewis and Johnny Cash. That was 1955. Now it was 1977. More than twenty years had passed and, to the people who lived in the region, Elvis had come to epitomize the American dream. They, too, were -- or had been -- poor. Generally, they were working- class people, and they wished to get out of their box, to live the fantasy life that Elvis had come to represent. He was what every woman wanted and what every man wished to be. It didn't even matter that he had grown fat. At first, the tour was just like the others. Some shows were good, some were fair and some were miserable. Elvis did his best, but nowadays his best was much less than it was when he was younger. At some concerts, Elvis performed like an old man. At times it seemed he had only the loosest control of his voice and muscle coordination. He dropped lyrics, mumbled introductions and very nearly *stumbled* around the stage. On March 31st, following a so-so show in Alexandria, Louisiana, Elvis' private plane took him to Baton Rouge for a concert at Louisiana State University. As was customary, the show started before he left the hotel for the coliseum. All the usual acts performed: the Sweet Inspirations first, then J.D. Sumner and his youthful Stamps, and finally Jackie Kahane, with the predictable jokes. Elvis usually arrived during the intermission that followed the comedian's monologue. Tonight he didn't. There was chaos backstage. Elvis' hotel room was called. A half-hour passed. There were more calls. Finally, it was decided to cancel the rest of the show, to say that Elvis was too sick to go on, that he was under a doctor's care and was being flown back to Memphis to be hospitalized. It wasn't untrue. Dr. Nick returned with Elvis to Memphis on the "Lisa Marie." Within hours of arriving, Elvis checked himself into a two-room suite on the sixteenth floor of the Baptist Hospital. This time, Maurice Elliott announced to the press that Elvis was being treated for "exhaustion." That wasn't entirely untrue, either. Elvis had been taking so many uppers he hadn't slept much. He ate poorly, exercised not at all, and the live performances, however listless, took what little he had. Dr. Nick watched Elvis closely. For a long, long time -- more than two years -- Elvis had been using drugs daily rather than periodically. His use of them was now, in fact, rampant -- a runaway pattern that could lead to a fatal overdose. Elvis *had* nearly overdosed on several occasions. Linda Thompson recalls times she found him unconscious or unable to get his breath. Red and Sonny West tell of a time when a girl Elvis took to Palm Springs was hospitalized after they'd spent an evening swilling Hycadan, a codiene cough syrup. Elvis was an experimenter. Just as he wanted the newest automotive extravagance, he wanted the latest drug. The best and newest on the marketplace. Valium. Ethinamate. Dilaudid. Demerol. Percodan. Placidyl. Dexedrine. Biphetamine. Amytal. Quaalude. Carbrital. Cocaine hydrochloride. Ritalin. He had once turned to Red West's wife and said, "Pat, I've tried them all, honey, and believe me, Dilaudid is the best." Dilaudid is a painkiller usually given to terminal cancer patients. Elvis regarded his many prescriptions as medicine. He had real problems -- pain, insomnia, a tendency toward obesity -- and he was taking real medicine to take care of those problems. And that was it. Except that wasn't it. Not all of it. He also knew that those drugs made him feel good. Dilaudid was best. That one brought on the cushiony surfboard ride, that friendly blotto that wiped out all the psychic injuries and brought on a dreamy somnolence. It was from a very peculiar position that Dr. Nick watched Elvis dry out in the hospital, because he knew that the pills Elvis was so strung out on had come from him. As early as January, Dr. Nick had become Elvis' primary supplier. It wasn't greed or ego that put his small, white-haired physician in that place. Up until January, Elvis had solicited his prescriptions from dozens of doctors, stretching from Beverly Hills and Palm Springs to Elvis' Graceland neighborhood. Dr. Nick, who had been one of them, figured that if he could become his patient's only source, he could gain control and, with time, wean Elvis off drugs completely. But the quantity and variety Dr. Nick prescribed challenged all credibility. Two years after Elvis' death, a computer check of prescriptions issued in the Memphis area showed that in the final seven months of Elvis' life, George Nichopoulos prescribed 5300 uppers, downers and painkillers for Elvis. That's an average of about twenty-five pills or injectable vials a day. Elvis checked himself out of the hospital after five days and went home, where he resumed his routine of being given a packet of eight or nine pills to go to sleep and another packet upon waking up. ----- August 1977 ----- If Elvis reflected on his recent years, he had much to be proud of. In 1968, after years spent hidden away in Hollywood making lightweight musicals, he had climbed into a black leather suit and, in a single television special, launched a comeback that really never stopped peaking. His return to public performing in 1969 in Las Vegas and the following year on the road were significant musical events. In 1971, he won the prestigious Bing Crosby Award. In 1972, he filled Madison Square Garden for four shows in a row, breaking all attendance and box-office records. In 1973, he gave his ALOHA FROM HAWAII satellite show, which reached a billion people; he won a Golden Globe award for the documentary ELVIS ON TOUR; and he won his first Grammy (after nearly fifty albums and ninety singles) for his gospel LP, HE TOUCHED ME. The awards and events came less frequently after that, but they came nonetheless. And still the records sold and sold. Every year, it was his name that appeared in "The Guinness Book of World Records" for selling more records than any other artist in the history of recorded music. If Elvis was in a reflective mood, he might also have looked back on more than a thousand personal appearances in eight years. Where hadn't he been in America during that time? Surely he must have visited everyone's hometown. Perhaps that was what had made Elvis such a superstar. The final week in Elvis' life was memorable only because it was the final week. Elvis saw friends occasionally or talked on the telephone when they called. He played racquetball in the court behind his house. He watched gospel shows on television. He talked about the tour that was to begin on June 17th in Maine. Ginger Alden [his last girlfriend] said they continued to make wedding plans, claiming that he was going to make an announcement at a concert in Memphis at the end of the tour. He read his Bible and his numbers book. He ate his cheeseburgers and took his pills. On August 14th, he started a fast, something he often did to lose weight quickly before going on tour. Oddly, he didn't take any Ionamin, the appetite suppressant he'd favored for so long. Perhaps he believed that racquetball and fasting were enough. Besides, what difference did it really make? At 250 pounds, he was grossly overweight, and how much could he lose in two days? On August 15th, he awoke at four p.m., and after breakfast played with his daughter, Lisa, on the grounds, laughing as she ran around and around in her electric cart. In the early evening, Elvis called his dentist at home and asked if he and Ginger could see him. Dr. Lester Hofman had been the recipient of Elvis' generosity many times; he drove a Cadillac that Elvis had given him. He told Elvis that 10:30 p.m. at his office would be fine. Elvis arrived in his customized Stutz Bearcat with Ginger. Dr. Hofman had never met Ginger. Elvis introduced her, using his pet nickname "Gingerbread." After the dentist X-rayed her teeth, he filled two of Elvis' teeth. As was the custom, the fillings were porcelain. Elvis had many fillings and he didn't want a flash of gold when he opened his mouth to sing. Three hours passed. Back at Graceland, Elvis called Dick Grob, one of his security men, and handed him a list of songs he decided to add to his concert repertoire. He told Grob to locate the words and music and chord changes for the new material so that he could brief the band before they went on (and so he'd have the lyrics onstage in case he needed them). Grob said that as he left the room, Elvis said, "We'll make this tour the best ever." By two or 2:30 a.m., Elvis had changed into a striped workout suit and was on his racquetball court. Ginger hoped that playing would help Elvis relax enough to fall asleep easily. Elvis called it quits about four a.m., and after leisurely working out for a few minutes on an exercise cycle, he and Ginger retreated to his bedroom. Ginger soon fell asleep, leaving Elvis alone, reading a book on the bed beside her. At nine, Ginger awoke to find Elvis still reading. He told her he couldn't sleep and was going into the bathroom to read. Ginger knew that meant he was going to take some of his medication. Elvis' syringes were in the bathroom, and so was some of his personal pharmacy. "Okay," Ginger said, "just don't fall asleep." With that, she rolled over on the big bed and went back to sleep herself. Elvis carried the book with him, his finger stuck into it as a marker. He might have glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror. Blue pajamas. Puffy eyes and face. Bad color. No one knows, but it's likely he helped himself to something from his pharmacy, because as the autopsy would later show, he had as many as ten different drugs coursing through his body, taking control of his brain, his heart. Four of the drugs were in what the medical examiner would describe as "significant amounts." These were codeine, ethinamate, methaqualone and unidentifiable barbiturates. He had also taken a number of Placidyl and Valium capsules, both tranquilizers, and unknown quantities of Demerol and Meperidine, both painkillers. Bringing the amazing total to ten were morphine and chloropheniramine, an antihistimine that by itself would make its user sleepy. Elvis sat staring at the open book in his lap, his eyes glassy, his body motionless. His chin dropped to his chest, the big body slumped imperceptibly then shifted and toppled out of the big cushiony chair, the noise of the fall muffled by the brown shag carpeting. The room was silent except for the sound of his final breath. - ROLLING STONE, 10/2/80 | |
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He was a racist. | |
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RipHer2Shreds said: He was a racist.
Lord Jesus. | |
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Damn, Elvis was f***ed up. I wonder if his doctors were just as irresponsible as Michael's doctors. | |
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TonyVanDam said: Damn, Elvis was f***ed up. I wonder if his doctors were just as irresponsible as Michael's doctors.
I bet they were because Elvis put his trust into them, he reportedly gave doctors cars just so they could treat him and forgetting their "oaths", they gave Elvis the drugs he wanted. That could be alleged in MJ's relationships with these doctors. He allowed Arnold Klein to be within his circle for example and he was a damn dermatologist. | |
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Timmy84 said: TonyVanDam said: Damn, Elvis was f***ed up. I wonder if his doctors were just as irresponsible as Michael's doctors.
I bet they were because Elvis put his trust into them, he reportedly gave doctors cars just so they could treat him and forgetting their "oaths", they gave Elvis the drugs he wanted. That could be alleged in MJ's relationships with these doctors. He allowed Arnold Klein to be within his circle for example and he was a damn dermatologist. Not to mention that Arnold Klein is THE real biological father of Paris Jackson (maybe, maybe not). In a way, wouldn't the situation made Arnold Klein to become more like Michael's bitch?!? | |
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TonyVanDam said: Timmy84 said: I bet they were because Elvis put his trust into them, he reportedly gave doctors cars just so they could treat him and forgetting their "oaths", they gave Elvis the drugs he wanted. That could be alleged in MJ's relationships with these doctors. He allowed Arnold Klein to be within his circle for example and he was a damn dermatologist. Not to mention that Arnold Klein is THE real biological father of Paris Jackson (maybe, maybe not). In a way, wouldn't the situation made Arnold Klein to become more like Michael's bitch?!? Arnold is into bears (slang for hairy men who are gay) so I don't think so. Maybe close to it tho. [Edited 7/29/09 14:03pm] | |
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And speaking of bitches/girlfriends/mid-wives, how many women had Elvis been with during his career? | |
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Timmy84 said: TonyVanDam said: Not to mention that Arnold Klein is THE real biological father of Paris Jackson (maybe, maybe not). In a way, wouldn't the situation made Arnold Klein to become more like Michael's bitch?!? Arnold is into bears (slang for hairy men who are gay) so I don't think so. Maybe close to it tho. [Edited 7/29/09 14:03pm] | |
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TonyVanDam said: And speaking of bitches/girlfriends/mid-wives, how many women had Elvis been with during his career?
According to stories, Elvis dated a LOT of women but he never slept with most of them. Apparently, the most he'd do with the women he was with was talk to them in his bed. He did have a few excursions when he was younger but into his final years, he was impotent because of his drug abuse. I say Elvis' real flings besides Priscilla were Anita Wood and Linda Thompson. I wanted to say Margaret Ann was another close lover but I'm not too clear on their relationship. | |
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Damn I hope no one ever finds out that much detail about my sex life. | |
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Cinnie said: Damn I hope no one ever finds out that much detail about my sex life.
Don't worry, just as long as you ain't got no snakes around you, you should be alright. | |
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Timmy84 said: TonyVanDam said: And speaking of bitches/girlfriends/mid-wives, how many women had Elvis been with during his career?
According to stories, Elvis dated a LOT of women but he never slept with most of them. Apparently, the most he'd do with the women he was with was talk to them in his bed. That's what Yvonne "Batgirl" Craig said on the Stern show. She said one time the King fell asleep and she had to find her own way out. Elvis was out there, man. Shooting his TV set, pretending to be a cop and pulling folks over, eating fried peanut and banana sandwiches - jesus. And Nixon made HIM a drug czar!!!! I'm still laughing over that shit. | |
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uPtoWnNY said: Timmy84 said: According to stories, Elvis dated a LOT of women but he never slept with most of them. Apparently, the most he'd do with the women he was with was talk to them in his bed. That's what Yvonne "Batgirl" Craig said on the Stern show. She said one time the King fell asleep and she had to find her own way out. Elvis was out there, man. Shooting his TV set, pretending to be a cop and pulling folks over, eating fried peanut and banana sandwiches - jesus. And Nixon made HIM a drug czar!!!! I'm still laughing over that shit. Yeah it's unintentionally hilarious. Meanwhile Elvis was getting high on Quaaludes all that time. Sad! | |
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Timmy84 said: TonyVanDam said: And speaking of bitches/girlfriends/mid-wives, how many women had Elvis been with during his career?
According to stories, Elvis dated a LOT of women but he never slept with most of them. Apparently, the most he'd do with the women he was with was talk to them in his bed. He did have a few excursions when he was younger but into his final years, he was impotent because of his drug abuse. I say Elvis' real flings besides Priscilla were Anita Wood and Linda Thompson. I wanted to say Margaret Ann was another close lover but I'm not too clear on their relationship. Her name is Ann-Margaret. And she was once sexy girl back in the days (the 1960's that is!). I also heard that actress Teri Garr (remember her?) also fancied Elvis back in the days as well. | |
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I don't really dig Elvis...but interesting read. Michael Jackson -- the KING of my heart | |
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TonyVanDam said: Timmy84 said: According to stories, Elvis dated a LOT of women but he never slept with most of them. Apparently, the most he'd do with the women he was with was talk to them in his bed. He did have a few excursions when he was younger but into his final years, he was impotent because of his drug abuse. I say Elvis' real flings besides Priscilla were Anita Wood and Linda Thompson. I wanted to say Margaret Ann was another close lover but I'm not too clear on their relationship. Her name is Ann-Margaret. And she was once sexy girl back in the days (the 1960's that is!). I also heard that actress Teri Garr (remember her?) also fancied Elvis back in the days as well. That's right! ANN Margaret! The hell my black ass said Margaret Ann! | |
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jamgirl said: I don't really dig Elvis...but interesting read.
Me either but I'm interested in his sad story tho... these entertainers live such tragic lives. | |
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Timmy84 said: jamgirl said: I don't really dig Elvis...but interesting read.
Me either but I'm interested in his sad story tho... these entertainers live such tragic lives. I call them dualities. I'm a George Michael fan.... and I've read an intersting piece on his dualities... Agony and Pain....existing together! Michael Jackson -- the KING of my heart | |
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jamgirl said: Timmy84 said: Me either but I'm interested in his sad story tho... these entertainers live such tragic lives. I call them dualities. I'm a George Michael fan.... and I've read an intersting piece on his dualities... Agony and Pain....existing together! Right. George seems to be doing alright tho considering what he's been through. | |
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Timmy84 said: TonyVanDam said: Not to mention that Arnold Klein is THE real biological father of Paris Jackson (maybe, maybe not). In a way, wouldn't the situation made Arnold Klein to become more like Michael's bitch?!? Arnold is into bears (slang for hairy men who are gay) so I don't think so. Maybe close to it tho. [Edited 7/29/09 14:03pm] he look like a bear | |
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Timmy84 said: jamgirl said: I call them dualities. I'm a George Michael fan.... and I've read an intersting piece on his dualities... Agony and Pain....existing together! Right. George seems to be doing alright tho considering what he's been through. I pray for the man. He falls down sometimes, but as McClurkin says....We get up Michael Jackson -- the KING of my heart | |
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RipHer2Shreds said: He was a racist.
let the man rest in peace, won't you? | |
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babybugz said: Timmy84 said: Arnold is into bears (slang for hairy men who are gay) so I don't think so. Maybe close to it tho. [Edited 7/29/09 14:03pm] he look like a bear He attracts those who look like him. I saw his ex-boyfriend, same weight as he is. | |
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i only skimmed this a little, will read later. but it sounds like their current article about mj, with its unnamed sources and gossipy tidbits, tales of drugs and financial turmoil. so rolling stone was a tabloid in 1980, too, huh? | |
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kibbles said: i only skimmed this a little, will read later. but it sounds like their current article about mj, with its unnamed sources and gossipy tidbits, tales of drugs and financial turmoil. so rolling stone was a tabloid in 1980, too, huh?
No, they're reporting from a book written about Elvis' final years but this Elvis story is no different from MJ's final years and their report of it (the "missing nose"). | |
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Timmy84 said: kibbles said: i only skimmed this a little, will read later. but it sounds like their current article about mj, with its unnamed sources and gossipy tidbits, tales of drugs and financial turmoil. so rolling stone was a tabloid in 1980, too, huh?
No, they're reporting from a book written about Elvis' final years but this Elvis story is no different from MJ's final years and their report of it (the "missing nose"). Thanks for posting this article, I remember reading it when it first came out and just finding it all very sad. The similarities between MJ's final years and Elvis' are just plain sad and scary. I guess one of the major differences was that Elvis performed right up until about a month before he died. As far as some of the "weirdness" I always found it kind of amusing, heck even cool that a drugged out rock star would have the sheer stones to show up at the White House stoned out of his mind and actually get in to see the president AND be given a federal narcotics badge. Crazy or not, it took cajones. I think one of the major traits that MJ and Elvis shared is the self deception that there was a moral difference in taking prescription drugs as compared to illegal drug. "It was medicine." Surround your self with enough "yes men" and self deception can kill. | |
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kalelvisj said: Timmy84 said: No, they're reporting from a book written about Elvis' final years but this Elvis story is no different from MJ's final years and their report of it (the "missing nose"). Thanks for posting this article, I remember reading it when it first came out and just finding it all very sad. The similarities between MJ's final years and Elvis' are just plain sad and scary. I guess one of the major differences was that Elvis performed right up until about a month before he died. As far as some of the "weirdness" I always found it kind of amusing, heck even cool that a drugged out rock star would have the sheer stones to show up at the White House stoned out of his mind and actually get in to see the president AND be given a federal narcotics badge. Crazy or not, it took cajones. I think one of the major traits that MJ and Elvis shared is the self deception that there was a moral difference in taking prescription drugs as compared to illegal drug. "It was medicine." Surround your self with enough "yes men" and self deception can kill. Yeah I thought that was gangsta for Elvis to come to Nixon and demand a badge...and get it. | |
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kenlacam said: RipHer2Shreds said: He was a racist.
let the man rest in peace, won't you? Ease up there, partner. You have noticed that's usually the first thing to come up in an Elvis thread, right? | |
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I'm a Black man and loved Elvis Presley since I was 9 years old. I've never seen anything that shows Elvis to be a racist. Actually quite the opposite. He grew up on the same side of the tracks as Black folk and obviously paid homage to this huge influence. There's a picture of Elvis and Jim Brown kicking it. Jim is about as pro-Black as you can get. So lay off with all that racist bullshit. Even Chuck D said that what he sang in "Fight The Power" was untrue. Release Yourself | |
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