As a little black girl in southern Georgia, I remember calculating how old Elvis would be when I was old enough to marry him…I must have been six or seven. Of course, I knew that our marriage would be frowned upon, but I still loved him. Who wouldn’t love a man who took a band with him wherever he went? And, then there were those acting skills; this recovery scene in Jailhouse Rock comes to mind. And there were those dance moves. And the lyrics are unforgettable. Well, I eventually moved on to another love, but every once in a while, I still find myself saying “Alexa, play Elvis songs.” We are in this together, folks. Glory, Glory Hallelujah!
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