I just don't think we Brits have anything approaching the reverence and enterprise which is required to create such a tangible cathedral for an individual, however extraordinary his talent; however sad his story. It's not just that we don't have a musician of that stature to worship (though maybe if you're one of a fab four, you can only expect 25% of the attention). And it's not just early death - where is the mecca for John Lennon fans? Strawberry Fields in Central Park. QED. Does anyone even know where George Harrison is buried? I wasn't even sure whether Ringo was still alive (apparently he was 70 last week - that's a sure-fire way to lose the public's attention and admiration, isn't it...).
I do have a plan, though. We'll take as read that I'm not so desperate for post-mortem glory as to self-destruct (and that I can't afford the planes and cars - but I don't think that would do it anyway - Beaulieu never made it). No, I reckon being buried in your own back yard is the way to draw the crowds. So, no-one's allowed to take my remains to Westminster Abbey where they can be viewed for free; I want a tomb on the patio in Plasnewydd Place.
And, in a small unbeautiful building on the rough side of town, I found my own way to stand amazed and enchanted by the Elvis' story, and the moments which changed not only his life but that of all musicians and music-lovers to come. I stood listening to the first radio broadcast of his first recording, in the studio where he and two others gathered round one solo mic; where the song the producer leapt on was simply an end-of-a-bad-day, is-this-ever-going-to-happen jam just to make themselves feel better. There's a lesson, if ever there was one.
Today’s statistics:
- Started driving: 7.44am (CST)
- Finished driving: 23.23 (EST)
- Miles: 570
- New States: 1
- New State license plates seen: 18 (and another Alaska – incredible)
- Favourite place-name: Soddy Daisy, TN
- Total towns called Carthage so far driven through: 2
- Breakfast: Starbucks, Little Rock
- Lunch: Macdonalds, Memphis (even that's a tiny bit rock'n'roll)
- Dinner: O'Charley's, Cookeville
- Sunday morning is not a good time to be a tourist in Little Rock.
- Neon is alive and well in East Tennessee.
- The time-zone doesn't even follow the State border here; it's county by county. I can't work out what that means for commuters.
- The Mississippi River is bigger than you think it is.
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