As I was packing up to head down to Memphis for a family wedding last weekend, try as I might, I couldn't get this song out of my head. But it's one that just never gets old! Graceland is one of my favorite albums ever, and the lovely matter-of-fact chorus of the title track ("I'm going to Graceland, Graceland, in Memphis, Tennessee") has a way of worming into your ear even more when you're actually going to Graceland, apparently.
It was my first time visiting Tennesse, and my whole family (minus my dad, who spent the day by the pool in his usual party-pooper fashion) decided the pilgrimage to Graceland was as necessary as Paul Simon did. It was as gloriously cheesy as I had hoped, like a time capsule from the 70's cracked open in the middle of Disney Land. Shag carpet on the ceilings, ceramic monkeys, row upon row of the King's gold records - the grand highlight of my first ever trip to Tennessee. We didn't have an Elvis sandwich, but we did have a lot of great BBQ - more on that to come! For now - Graceland!
There were stained glass peacocks, and a practical cream carpet.
I loved - LOVED - this poodle wallpaper in the bathroom of Elvis's parent's bedroom. New life goal is to find a reproduction of it for my future bathroom.
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The King!
This room was nuts. The walls were covered in this folk motif fabric in pea green and splashes of red and blue - quintessential 70's. I dug it. Plus the Toulouse Lautrec and other hodgepodge of prints hanging (inexplicably?) to fabric walls.
The amount of Elvis memorabilia they had here pretty much made Bieber Fever look like a Bieber Mild Head Cold.
My thoughts? I'll probably never have another reason to visit Graceland again, but it remains one of the most wonderfully corny visits I have ever made to a tourist site. Plus Elvis was a pretty big deal, man! He laid the foundations of rock 'n roll, the veritable first ever Rock God. And he invented the aforementioned killer sandwich. All pretty worth celebrating, in my opinion.
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