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We met Elton in the London offices of Rocket Records, his new label for The general critical response to 'Don't Shoot Me' was that it .. Larry had all these flowers, because he came on dressed as a Bernie: Loggins and Messina? I just read the script and halfway through the script I wrote one song. Kenny Loggins Danger Zone. Kenny Loggins Footloose. Kenny Loggins Meet Me Halfway. The film-music partnership dates back to the s. Love Me Tender - Elvis Presley Love Hurts - Nazareth You Don't Bring Me Flowers - Barbra Streisand/Neil Diamond Meet Me Half Way - Kenny Loggins We've Got N' Roses To Be Alive - Def Leppard
Link took a step back and looked down at his hands- his small, chubby little hands. He was ten years old again. He was back in his young body, but his mind felt the same.
In his mind he was seventeen. He realized now what was taking place. Zelda had returned him to the moment before he had pulled the sword out of the pedestal and opened the Gates of Time, allowing Ganondorf to enter the Sacred Realm.
He had to change this moment. He must choose not to touch the sword. He took another step back and waited. To his surprise she flew upward toward the shaft of light in the window. He looked up into the light as she drew nearer and nearer to the height of the window. He shaded his eyes against the light as she faded into its brightness and vanished. Link was now alone. He turned his head away from the stream of light and lowered his hand, but as he did his heart skipped a beat.
There, on the back of his hand, glowing with a luminous gold light, was the symbol of the Triforce. He still held the Triforce of Courage within him. It was not lost. Bewildered, he turned, searching for answers.
His feet carried him out of the open Door of Time. No sooner had he stepped through the threshold than, with an earthshaking crash, the Door of Time shut and sealed itself. With a sigh he turned away from the door and back toward the Temple's entrance, but something troubling caught his attention. The Sacred Stones were gone.
They were not on the Pedestal of Time. He was sure that they should be there if, indeed, he had been sent back to the moment he pulled the Master Sword from its pedestal. Then again, if the Sacred Stones were not there and the Door of Time was still sealed…. His mind was racing.Meet Me Halfway Lyrics by Kenny Loggins
His thoughts turned to Navi, and a sense of understanding overcame him. Without a moment's hesitation Link tore across the tiled floor of the Temple and out into the courtyard. He rounded the corner slowly. There were two guards ahead of him.
Crouching down and walking as quietly as possible he stole behind them as they turned the corner. He slowed his pace as his feet left the grass and hit the stone paved archway, not wanting to make a sound. Suddenly he was afraid of what he would find, and as he drew nearer his heart began to beat more heavily.
There she was, standing at the window with her back turned to him- just as the first time he had seen her for who she truly was: A torturous sense of deja-vous overcame him. His feet turned to stone as he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other. As he approached the window she started. She turned quickly, her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide and surprised. She stared at him in fear for a moment that felt like an eternity to Link. Link felt relief gush over him as she ran up to him, tears of joy in her face, laughing.
I wanted to be sure. I wanted to be sure that the stones would be safe, that the door would not be opened, that none of this would happen. I met you and together we saw Ganondorf through this window.
You haven't sealed him away yet…. Once sealed there, his entire being, body and soul, becomes trapped, no matter the time or place. It is as though he never existed. Hyrule will never know of his existence. Ganondorf was nowhere to be seen. Link struggled to sift through the situation, piecing together this new world he was a part of.
Ganon killed him, but if he never existed…. He was like a father to me. He was the only father I have ever known. You don't know what this means to me," he smiled. Zelda returned the smile, "We may have saved both of our fathers then. He knew the King had been murdered, but somehow it had never hit him as it did now. Zelda had not seen her father for seven years.
You have no business here! He is welcome here. You will not touch him," Zelda ordered with a power and poise beyond her ten years. Make note of it, and see that your men understand. Zelda smiled at Link, "It is funny," she said, "I don't feel as though I'm a child inside. This small body feels so… uncomfortable.
I want to see him, to tell him what you've done for Hyrule. You are a hero, and everyone must know what you did. The floor was covered in brightly colored tile so polished he could see his reflection. He felt very small and inadequate to be in such a place. He felt out of place in his dirty boots and simple clothes.
He tried to smooth his hair down as he walked, but he felt sure it was of no use. Zelda slowed, looking almost frightened. He felt breathless and nervous. He had never seen the king before. As Zelda neared, a pair of guards opened the door for her, eyeing Link distastefully as he passed.
As they entered the room Link could feel Zelda tense up beside him. There, across the room, sitting on a magnificent throne, was the King of Hyrule. He was a large man, tall and fairly wide. He looked strong, but slightly older than Link had expected. He had black hair with the slightest dusting of gray.
He had a mustache, a beard and two incredibly bushy eyebrows. He was wearing immaculate robes of deep shades of red and purple. The crown on his head most likely cost more than every rupee Link had ever laid hands on. On his face was a slightly unpleasant expression somewhere between a frown and disgusted apathy.
As he laid eyes on Zelda his expression grew only uglier. She seemed to be trying to restrain herself, but ultimately failed. She tore across the room, dashed to her father and flung herself weeping onto his lap, hugging him. The king went into shock.
He looked down on her awkwardly, as though not sure of what she was or what she was doing. Link watched in horror as Zelda's father, instead of hugging her, pushed her away. Zelda looked at him painfully, tears still in his eyes. You will need to remove yourself from the hall. The King seemed not to have noticed him before that moment, but Link's outburst had drawn every eye to him. I want you to meet him, his name is Link, and he is-" "Zelda, how in Hyrule could this worthless scoundrel be your friend?
What are you thinking bringing trash into the castle? Has Impa been allowing you to wander the streets of the town like a common urchin, again? I swear to you, if I hear of her giving you inappropriate allowances once more she will be the last Sheika to serve this house! Her eyes filled with fear, and sorrow. I won't have commoners in my castle. I do not have time for you and your foolishness. Her father shot her a look of ice and Zelda closed her mouth immediately. She turned and made her way to the door, trying to preserve some of her dignity.
Link was left staring at the looming figure of the King. He too quickly turned and followed Zelda out of the room. Once out of the hall, with the massive doors shut behind her, Zelda broke into a run. Link hurried to catch up, grabbing hold of her wrist, but she pulled away. She stopped abruptly and turned. I thought things would be different. Seven years I've waited…. He had never thought anyone could have a father like that, let alone Princess Zelda. He had no right. He felt that way around Zelda at times- worthless in the shadow of her grace, but it hurt greatly to hear it spoken so bluntly.
What made him angrier was the way he treated Zelda, his own daughter. No one had the right to talk to her that way, father or not. Zelda sighed, "I don't know why I thought he would change. Maybe I was away from him for so long I had forgotten what he was like.
I just wanted so badly for him to be…" she trailed off painfully. We have to find Impa! Zelda ran headlong into a tall woman, bounced back and nearly lost her footing. She had deep, tanned skin, long, dark hair and a devilish grin. Nabooru's gaze turned to Link who was staring at her, beaming.
I've forgotten how small you were! Her voice was rich and full of life, raspy as the desert sand but warm and friendly, when she wanted it to be. No, I am the chief of the Gerudos," Nabooru replied proudly. I'm glad to see you two retained your memories. He was in fact, a one in a billion type, a wholly adorable person and we remained in touch till his death. His knowledge was even more extensive than mine. I prided myself on knowing all that stuff.
And man, we'd be hanging out and Elvis would be talking about singers I didn't even know about!!!. My older brothers played Elvis all the time and there was a lot about his music that inspired us all. Not only an inspiration but he showed up to give his generation permission on a lot of fronts to carry a torch.
When I finally met him in Houston, it was like a receiving line at a wedding, as surreal a moment as any in my life. I could not even actually shake his hand. He would show up, this incredible God-like figure. He had everything, and the voice —what a great voice he had. Then, on August 17, I happened to be in Las Vegas, so when I turned on the news and learned of his death, I cried all day.
He was a cool, nice man. Paul Ankafrom his autobiography "My way" I want to celebrate his life. He was so gifted, I just cherish his memory, his generosity, and he was so private, like I am. He knew about honour, and respect, and was so considerate, and his manners, and the way he was so civilized. And as an entertainer he will never be repeated. I wanted him to know all that, and I did tell him, but very few others did Actress and entertainer Ann Margretin an interview with Charlie Rose, as broadcast on February 11, I think there was that part of the so-called punk idea that everything in the past was rubbish and all that mattered was punk.
I was never really interested in the spitting and the safety pins or that nonsense. I liked the Sex Pistols, and that was about it. Adam and the Ants were very much outside of that anyway. I have visited Graceland and you could see the man was overwhelmingly honest.
He never professed any taste other than his own, that is, country boy made good. He never pretended to be anyone else. Adam Antleader of Adam and the Ants, a punk rock band, in an article published on September 5at the Tampa Bay Times One day while he and Richard Davis were conversing he removed the watch from his wrist, handing it to Davis and stating there was something wrong with the back of it.
When Davis turned the timepiece over to inspect it, he saw to his great surprise that the case back had been inscribed, "To Richard, From E. Elvis then said, "I guess it's yours now". He was known for being extremely generous, often giving away his valuable personal belongings as presents so it was not surprising that he gifted his prized 18kt yellow gold Corum Buckingham to Davis.
Antiquorum Auctioneers 's notes for those attending the November 11 auction held in Geneva, Switezerland, and highlighting the sale of a yellow 18k gold Corum Buckingham wristwatch gifted by Elvis to Richard Davis, his long time friend and last wardrobe manager, as detailed in Antiquorumwebpage.
It was the early s. We met backstage at a Tom Jones concert, then he showed me some karate moves, with a small party of folks ending up at his penthouse suite. He signed the book, gave it to me and told me to have a blessed life.
In retrospect, I view him as a prisoner of his fame. That, and his roots in gospel music and the church, fueled his desire to seek out more knowledge about the world and self-realization. When I was 11, I wandered down to my cousin Jim Rodford's house, which was about yards away.
He was in one of the first electric bands in the whole of the south of England, was four years older than me so there was a little bit of hero worship going on. He was playing some Bill Haley records, and I quite liked them, but it didn't really turn me on. And then he said to me, 'try this! He played me Elvis Presley singing "Hound Dog"and for the next six months — to my mother's absolute horror — I didn't want to hear anything but the rawest rock'n'roll I could lay my hands on. I always think of that moment as my introduction to black music by proxy.
It made me vow to form a band as soon as I could get one together, and it made me fall in love with rock and roll. It's like my record collection is actually sitting in this room. Soon as I opened my eyes and took my first breath, I was a fan. My oldest brother Alan, he had the Beatles and the Stones and the Kinks. My sister Hollie was like "Kool and the Gang.
And my sister, Marci, who's pretty much the person who showed me Elvis Presley for the first time. Thank you so much. Excerpted from Billie Joe Armstrong 's acceptance speech, as the founder, lead singer and frontmant of the US punk supergroup Green Dayone of the 5 artists being chosen as performers at the edition of the inductees gala for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, as published in its entirety by RollingStone magazine on April 18, I'm definitively going to make a record with him.
You would be surprised what we could do together. You ask me if I think he is good. How many Cadillacs was it he bought.? That boy's no fool In the high-stakes game of Los Angeles real estate, a good celebrity pedigree is always a bonus.
Of course, not all celebrities are created equal. A home that was once owned by Cary Grant or Elizabeth Taylor, for instance, would probably hold broader appeal than one formerly inhabited by, say, Zsa Zsa Gabor. On that score, David Alhadef definitely struck gold when he discovered the new location for Casa Perfect, the L. For six years, it belonged to Elvis Presley. Mayer Rus, for Architectural Digest in an article entitled "Elvis Presley's Once-Home roars back to life as a dazzling showplace for contemporary furnishings, as published in AD's February 18, edition.
Bush was equally at ease in all settings, something that seemed so characteristic of the man I revered. While working in government relations for Shell, I sometimes hosted foreign Ambassadors visiting Houston. On the last morning the Ambassador, who was a fan of Elvis Presley, did a live television interview on what by sheer coincidence happened to be Elvis' birthday, and the station had an Elvis impersonator on the set, to do a routine. He politely talked about the various events, then with a twinkle in his eye said: Bush and, since Professor at the Jesse H.
Of course, it washe had a beautiful blonde on the back of his motorcycle. Former Arizona Sheriff Joe Arpaiorecalling his most memorable traffic stop, which involved a speeding motorcycle driven by a young Elvis, as published in an interview with CBS's channel 5 on August 8, Similarly, Andy Warhol would have loved that two of his early paintings hung in a casino in the German town of Aachen, a spa city near the border with Belgium and the Netherlands.
On their way to slot machines and poker tables, gamblers passed "Triple Elvis", a silkscreen painting of three life-size images of Elvis Presley on a silver background and "Four Marlons", a silkscreen painting of four life-sized images of Marlon Brando on a motorcycle.
When the casino conglomerate that owned the Aachen operation fell on hard times, a German state-owned bank seized control of the company and decided to sell the paintings. The sale was a reasonable action by the owners to raise cash for a troubled company.
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But protesters emerged, claiming this was a dangerous sale of cultural property owned by a state-run financial institution. I am the greatest contemporary artist of all-time. He was stationed in Germany doing his service so on the occasion he would go visit Paris coinciding with my time there. On his first visit, he took 40 dancing girls from the Lido to the Prince des Galles Hotel. On his next, he suddenly took a great shine to me but when someone told him I was trans-sexual, he stayed away.
But, if by chance we would be in the same club, he would sent me a bottle of champagne every time. He was a divine human being. April Ashleya MBE, born George Jamieson and the first male Briton to have full sex reassignment surgeryrecalling the time she met Elvis inas published in the Mirror on November 4, I found him to be an interesting person, had an entourage of good old boys, was busy with karate, breaking his hand while doing it, but he was nice and cooperative and friendly.
I really liked him. Ed Asneron the first time he met and worked with Elvis, namely during the shoot of "Kid Gallahad", inin an article published on July 16, on the Houston Chronicle. He was a hard worker, and although he lived the high life, he never forgot that he had been born into poverty. And he was a self-made talent, perhaps the greatest entertainer of all time, born in a two-room shack in Tupelo, Miss.
Greatness can be born anywhere. His father Vernon was a laborer who was often out of work, and the Presleys relied on the kindness of family and neighbors to get them through the hard times. When Elvis was young, the Presleys lost it, and they ended up shuttling around Tupelo, often living in black neighborhoods, where Elvis famously developed an ear for black gospel and blues to supplement his love of the old-time gospel he knew from his own church. I still believe in my heart that most Southerners are still more like Elvis than President Trump.
We are most likely to pull over and help someone stranded on the roadside. Most of the people I know in my Mississippi town would give you the shirt off their backs.
Most people agree that racism and white supremacy are evil. And yet here we are. We know right from wrong, but most of us down here voted for wrong. Elvis changed the country music scene quite a bit; he almost put country music out of business. He was white, but he sang black. It wasn't socially acceptable for white kids to buy black records at the time.
Did I have any sense of how big he was going to be when he first came to RCA? Oh yeah, we knew. Back in those days, if a guy got hot in one area you could spread it around the country, maybe the world. Lots of people have asked me if Elvis could play guitar.
Well, he played pretty good. And he played piano and drums. But he loved gospel music. Of course that was what made him what he was. He was so damn versatile he could sing anything. Enter Elvis and the rock-a-billies. Part 2, interview recorded January Beyond the staggering realization of what we had found, there was a musical element that also knocked our socks off: On these tapes Glen is singing pure rock and roll and with a sense of joy, passion and wild abandon that can only have come from knowing that his idol, the avatar Elvis Presley, would be an audience of one for these recordings.
When Elvis came back from the service and he was greeted by all the publicity, the press, the photographers, reporters, and so forth, someone said to him "Well, what do you think now that you're not number one but Avalon is? Frankie Avalonas noted in whenstarsmeetstars. That was extremely immodest and foolish of me, my apologies. I would never dare to be so presumptuous.
I am only interested in the legacy my father has left behind, and I would like to work towards giving it strength and respect for as long as I live. Indian entertainer and former politician Amitabh Bachchan 's answer to a question posed by a reporter on whether he recalled his once saying that he would like to leave a lasting legacy in the world, to be a sort of Elvis Presley, as published on the "Asian Age" on May 13, In May of I was in the middle of an Elvis Presley obsession, so I went to Graceland.
But what has stuck with me the most from the visit is a particular story about Elvis. But when he started to make more money than he could ever spend, or maybe just enough money to have every material thing he wanted, it no longer held importance to him. So, during a party at Graceland he was inside with a guest who came from a poor background, and the other partygoers were outside on the lawn.
His friend commented on how sophisticated all of the partygoers seemed. Elvis walked over to his desk, pulled a stack of money from one of the drawers, opened a window, and threw the bills out the window. The partygoers scrambled after the bills, shoving each other, trying to grab as much money as they could.
Actually, that is inexact. The voice had mixed propensities, hovering between tenor and bass and everything in between. Even a convincing falsetto lay within his range. One thing he was not, ever, was "Steve-'n-Edie", the polished, professionally accomplished Vegas artistes who once pronounced on an afternoon interview show Mr.
Gorme"We don't really think of Elvis as a singer. But he was a star. A singer is someone like Steve Lawrence rolling effortlessly and meaninglessly through a shlock-standard like "What Now, My Love? More or less like doing the scales. A star is the persona in whom one invests one's vicarious longings, a being who is constantly hazarding — and intermittently succeeding at — the impossible stretches that every soul wishes to attempt but lacks the means or the will to.
It's not a matter of virtuosity. Crudup kept his blues in a bucket; Elvis put the lid on, and cooked; bar by bar, the song comes together; first comes D. Fontana's rapped-out drum riff, then a top-to-bottom run from Bill Black's stand-up bass, then the controlled gallop of Scotty Moore's lead guitar; then, last of all, Elvis singing in that imperious velvet growl of his, "Yes, my baby left me! Never said a word"; it is the most underestimated song in the canon; there is lightning in that bucket, and it could drive a train, any train.
It literally took us into a new age. Elvis was a university. Whoever those mystics are who teach that the universe began with sound could use him as their full curriculum" Jackson Baker,i in "Memphis Magazine" July ii as published in "The Memphis Flyer", Augustedition He was fantastic.
When he danced, the people danced, the girls would actually faint because of what he was doing. Lavern Bakercommenting on her covering one of Presley's best early 60's songs, with a few changes in the lyrics, which she recorded in late as a answer to Presley's "Little Sister". Presley's voice was remarkable in the sense that, through it, he touched people in a way only great artists can do. In factthe people he touched are as diverse as humanity itself and, because of that his popularity has transcended race, class, national boundaries, and culture.
There is no simple answer about why that is so, all I can say is he had that magic. When Elvis Presley was first popular, many people said that he did not have a good voice.
Almost everyone, today, knows that he did, but more people today should see him not simply as a performer, but as an artist with a great soul. The two of them remind me of each other: Hank Ballardrhythm and blues singer and songwriter, lead vocalist of the Midnighters, as noted in the book "Jackie Wilson: Lonely Teardrops" by Tony Douglas.
It tells you everything you need to know about his mood, his game, and his grim determination to outfox the elements and annihilate his opponent.
Then, inElvis happened. The influence that the softly spoken Mississippi native had on popular music - and in particular rockabilly - is incalculable. First billed as 'The Hillbilly Cat' again a nod towards black and white influencesthe boy with the seemingly rubber limbs sang both blues and country songs infused with elements of this new rockabilly movement to the bemusement of a music industry not yet aware of the significance of what they were listening to.
They didn't know it at the time, but the music establishment had just changed forever. Two years later he signed with RCA and the ensuing exposure he received on national television introduced rockabilly to its widest audience yet and, like fire to kindling, there was no stopping its spread.
Other labels swooped to sign up any artists who sang even vaguely similar to Elvis and there was a bona fide musical gold rush underway and record executives and studio bigwigs fell over themselves to capitalise on this musical trend which was now sweeping the nation - ultimately playing a big part in rockabilly's eventual downfall, as more and more people tried to make money from it, thus watering down its raunchiness as they tried to make it appear to as large a market as possible, and finally taming its sound beyond recognition.
Excerpted from an article entitled "The Roots of Rockabilly: Examining the origins of a rock n' roll movement", by John Balfe, and as published in www. And I just loved him. I mean, probably the same reason everybody loved Elvis.
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Cause he was electric. Genuinely did what he felt. It was coming up from inside of him, and it was coming out. Cause it was the real deal. It was the autumn ofand two tickets to an Elvis show turned up at the offices of Creem magazine, where I was then employed.
It was decided that those staff members who had never had the privilege of witnessing Elvis should get the tickets, which was how me and art director Charlie Auringer ended up in nearly the front row of the biggest arena in Detroit. Rock critic Lester Bangs ' opening sentence in Elvis' obituary, by special request from and published by the Village Voice on 20 August I mean, don't tell me about Lenny Bruce, man - Lenny Bruce said dirty words in public and obtained a kind of consensual martyrdom.
Plus which Lenny Bruce was hip, too goddam hip if you ask me, which was his undoing, whereas Elvis was not hip at all. Elvis was a goddam truck driver who worshipped his mother and would never say "shit" or "fuck" around her, and Elvis alerted America to the fact that it had a groin with imperatives that had been stifled. Lenny Bruce demonstrated how far you could push a society as repressed as ours and how much you could get away with, but Elvis kicked "How Much Is That Doggie in the Window" out the window and replaced it with "Let's fuck.
Sexual chaos reigns currently, but out of chaos may flow true understanding and harmony, and either way Elvis almost single handedly opened the floodgates.
Republished in Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung pg. George Barbel, as a follow up to a question on what was Elvis' range, as published in All Experts. Baritones UnBound continues the second season of Asolo Rep's five-year American Character Project, an in-depth look at this nation and its people.
No other voice has defined the United States quite like the booming sound of the baritone. From Sinatra to Elvis and much more, this musical journey chronicles some of the most beloved singers and songs of all time. Conceived by Broadway leading man and threetime Tony Award nominee Marc Kudisch and created by Merwin Foard, three dynamite baritones take the stage to give us a captivating musical tour of the baritone voice throughout history, namely Marc Kudisch, Jeff Mattsey, and Timothy Splain.
Veteran singers Jeff Mattsey and Mark Delavan join Kudisch in an illuminating performance studded with classics from Broadway, opera and beyond.