Actually, not all of them are bad. I remember liking one of the Hawaiian movies and the one where they were in a haunted house. I mean, I think I like them. It's been 25 years since I've seen any of them.
It's strange, but one of my most vivid memories from my childhood is that of sitting beside my mother as we watched Elvis' funeral on TV. She cried and cried and cried. Because of that, I kind of thought Elvis was a distant family member. (I was young.) (Also, one of my uncle's looked a lot like Elvis. That kind of added to my confusion.)
So, I had a little bit of a familial attachment to going to Graceland today.
Before going to the actual house there were a couple side attractions to see. There was a collection of wardrobe and concert clothes to see.
There was a large collection of Elvis' cars.
Before I headed over to the house, I stopped into one of the 50's cafe's and grabbed a burger. While I was there, there was a little bit of a stir in the booth next to me. This guy wrote a book about Elvis and was there at Graceland to give a private tour and to talk to the "All-Elvis" channel on Sirius Satellite radio. People were clamoring to get their picture taken with him.
He seemed very nice and told a couple Elvis stories as I sat there eating my burger and eavesdropping.
Once I was finished, I jumped on the shuttle and headed over to the house. I was immediately disappointed because they wouldn't let us go upstairs. The audio tour explained that the second floor was Elvis' private sanctuary and they wanted to respect his memory by keeping it private.
Baloney! They just don't want us to see the toilet where he died.
I craned my neck to look up the stairs and tried to squelch my disappointment. "I'm sure," I thought to myself, "that the rest of the tour will make-up for this devastating set back."
Here's the sitting room. Here's his parent's bedroom. Here's the dining room.
Here's the TV room.
Here's my reflection from the mirror ceilings in the TV room. Here's the game room.
Here's the famous Jungle Room.
And finally, here's me in front of the pool.
Everything was so small. The house was small. The rooms were small. The furniture was small. Everything.
Also, my pictures turned out great. Everything looks really beautiful and well preserved in my photos. Seriously, you don't understand. My pictures look great! In real life, none of it looked this great. I mean, everything was as preserved as well as it could be, but it's all starting to look a little worn. It's inevitable. He died 30 years ago. I'm amazed they've been able to keep things looking this good for this long.
All in all, it was a fascinating tour. I loved it. I came away having a newfound respect for Elvis. I liked him before, but now I really think he was cool.
I'm really glad I got to see it.
Now, I've got to get my mom down there to see it.