Celebrating Elvis Week is not my thing, although of course I always mark it here, because what the hell else would I do with my time. Other anniversaries matter more to me. But I figured I’d share here the last photo taken of Elvis, pulling in through the gates at Graceland in his most bad-ass car, the most bad-ass of the bunch. The 1973 Stutz Blackhawk.
It makes my heart ache a little bit. He was just a man, just a human. His life was unreal but he was just a GUY.
The 1973 Stutz is the car I am most drawn to when I go “visit” them.
The red interior, the gold plated rims… beast and beauty!
I hope the Elvis event was fun!
The Stutz is a BEAST. and it was given to him by the manufacturer and so there was a time when Elvis’ was the only one in the country because the car wasn’t even out yet. that’s fame!
The event was great, thank you! big turnout!
Sheila! I couldn’t thank you enough for writing about this man. Honestly, I cant really pinpoint at what point I became obsessed about him. It wasn’t really about the music (although it was part of it), there was something about HIM and his life and the unlikeliness that such a person could exist. Sui generis really. It’s so strange in a way. I have rarely felt sad about him but every once in a while I remember he didn’t live to see the 80s that it completely kills me.
Johnny – thank you! there’s so much to talk about and think about in terms of this man – the whole thing really is so improbable, and yet … he was just a human person trying to ride the wave. “all through this I’ve tried to stay the same” – he said in 1966.