This is probably the worst Elvis related DVD’s that your likely to come across. Selling in Ireland for from 20 t0 25 E. this is a blatant con job. It’s supposed to be about Elvis’s Las Vegas years but the truth is that it’s just a jumble of incoherent sound bites with still photo’s and some early black and white television footage. It has NOTHING to recommend it and should be avoided at all costs. If your like me you will probably want to buy everything about Elvis even if it’s not quite the best……but this is dreadful …..The script , which is really all that is original in this DVD is the worst I’ve ever had to listen to.

This video clip from Youtube is , by the way , deceptive…it’s a hell of a lot worse that this….keep your money in you pocket. For a far better review than I can write read this.

Destination Vegas DVD Elvis Presley in Las Vegas.

This is the story of Ronald Wycherley , better know as Billy Fury , Britain’s so called answer to Elvis Presley. In truth he was an original…he arrived on the music scene in the shadow of Elvis and in bad health …..and died before his time…..

http://www.hmv.co.uk/hmvweb/displayProductDetails.

http://www.billyfury.com/

http://sillyoldtwit.com/2006/04/04/i-remember-billy-fury-2/

Some time ago , 25 years ago that is…..I met the poet Seamus Heaney. I never met Robert Lowell or Elvis but like I say , I did meet Heaney.

I wrote to him , as I said , about 25 years ago. I was having trouble getting some of his books , not his regular editions but privately printed limited editions of his , and so I wrote to him to see if he could help me in some way. I did not really expect to get a reply so I was delighted when he wrote back and suggested that I call down to see him. (I live , perhaps a mile and a half from Sandymount where his home is.)

As I was walking up Sandymount Road with Dublin Bay on my left I happened to meet him in the street. It was about 12:00 noon , sometime in late Summer and there was a pleasant sea breeze as we met and I shook his hand. I remember the first question I asked him. “What’s it like to be famous , to be the Elvis Presley of poetry ” ? Now that may seem a somewhat odd question or even a foolish one so let me explain.

I could of course have asked him some ‘profound’ question about the Greek poets perhaps but the truth of the matter is that I wasn’t really interested in his opinion of the Greeks or any other poets for that matter. Why after all would I be interested in another man’s opinion when I’ve got my own ? But I was interested to know what it was like to be famous. I had never met anyone really famous before and let’s face it , we are bombarded with images of the famous from the moment we become conscious of the wider world. So I asked him , “what’s it like to be famous “. And it turned out to be a good question because while still yet in the street he began to talk about just that.

He talked the of fact that he hadn’t actually made any money from the books he had published ( five at that point in time). That apart from his salary teaching he had not made any money from his fame at all. He told me how much he had paid for his house ( he got in just before the prices started to move upwards) and what it cost to put his kids through school and that sort of thing. We were walking along as he spoke and I think he was talking to himself as much as to me….he spoke of how it could be awkward , even embarrassing to be famous. He explained that he often might be in company with a fellow poet ( a better poet than him as he put it) and people would talk to him , ask his opinion while ignoring the sometimes older and better poet at his side. He spoke of the jealousies and enmities that it brought with it.

When we got to his house he brought me up to his study , a small room overlooking Dublin Bay , and we talked about poetry and poets. It was a pleasant experience apart that is from the smell. The smell , I hasten to say came not from his room but from the beach beyond his window. The sewage from all over Dublin City is deposited in Dublin Bay and in the summer it smells…it really smells. While I was there he was signing the sheets for his limited edition , “Poems and a Memoir”. Just the sheets of paper , the book itself had not been bound at this point. As I say , it was a really nice experience and before I left he gave me some of his own poems , drafts that is , with revisions in his own hand.

I called down to his house two or three times after that ( he invited me). To be honest I cannot remember what we talked about but I suppose it had to do with poetry. But I can remember one conversation….. We were sitting in his kitchen. By ‘we’ I mean there were two other people there , one a fellow who had something to do with Field Day Publishing and the other guy was some artist who’s name I have since forgotten.( I have a long standing interest in Irish art so the fact that I cannot even remember his name will give you an indication as to the nature of the ‘artist’). Well , there we were , the four of us , with a bottle of wine on the table and the sun streaming in the window. The conversation was ( as we Irish say) terrific. Somewhere along the way Heaney told a joke about Robert Lowell. It seems that when he was introduced to Lowell the American just looked at him and said , “My friends call me Robert , but you can call me Bob”. Ok , it’s not that funny but it sounds a lot better after a couple of glasses of wine. I was sitting with my back to the window , my chair slightly back from the table , almost a spectator and it occurred to me that this was the kind of little anecdote that biographers love to record.

Later , as I walked home I couldn’t help but think that yes , yes that little anecdote might well find it’s way into some biography of Seamus Heaney but I would most certainly have been airbrushed out of it. A sobering thought but a true one nonetheless.

And I did in fact later meet one other famous person , a serial killer called Dennis Nilsen……. Oh , and I passed Bono one day on O’Connell Bridge but I didn’t stop to talk to him so I guess that really doesn’t count.


You can find an interview with Heaney on Youtube by following this link
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I suppose this youtube video has been posted many times before but never mind. Elviss last ‘official’ concert and he’s in pretty bad shape , but his voice never let him down He was dead within a few week of this performance. There will never be another like him.

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Without these two photographs it is generally agreed that the ‘legend’ of the moors murders as we understand it or as it has come down to us might not and indeed probably would not exist. They are remarkable photo’s , but what exactly makes them so….Like most public photographs they do not flatter their subjects in any way….and it is the public nature of these images that we have to examine first.

Most public photographs ( passport/drivers permit/newspaper ) are intended for a large, and for the most part disinterested audience. Their purpose is to record a reality without commenting on it. They are , if you will , documents without editorial. Their purpose is functional and utilitarian. They do not try to tell us anything about the subject , indeed they ideally should do just the opposite recording the outward image and that alone. They do not require or want us to think about who or what these people are. They are , ‘for the record’ and for nothing else. They have no social function beyond keeping record. They neither elicit or require an emotional response. They are , above all else , neutral……

This at least is the theory , and for the most part that theory holds true but in one respect it starts to fall down….and that is when we come to consider the mug shot. The mug shot is a public (official/bureaucratic) photo intended in large measure for a private audience (police) . The fact that it sometimes has a second social function when published in the press is problematic to say the least. Why are mug shots published?. Most would agree that their publication is quite unnecessary. They are , in almost all instances , even less flattering than the general run of public photos. And our reaction to them is, almost without exception , emotional.

It’s not my purpose here to argue the rights or wrongs of these kind of public/private photos but to understand the power of the Brady/Hindley shots we must reflect on how these images came to us. And the first thing that strikes us is that they are images created under duress. This is no less true in the case of Brady and Hindley than it is of others.

Myra’s image has as they say been done to death. Myra as ‘hard bitch’ and ‘the most evil woman in Britain’. But strangely few , if any, have remarked on what must be it’s most interesting feature , it’s total lack of sexuality. It is after all an image of a young and not unattractive woman. Let me put it this way. It’s not uncommon for a man to seek out the image of a ’strong’ and even ‘cruel’ woman as an aid to sexual stimulation and yet no one would use this image of Myra for such a purpose. Whatever else it conveys , whatever overt or subliminal subtext we may look for in it it is peculiarly lacking in anything that pertains to eroticism , even in the most vivid imagination. The image of Brady is however quite sexual. The pouting lip….the sullen stare ….the hint of arrogance all make for what is , whether we are conscious of it or not , a sexual image. Almost everyone who writes of Brady remarks on his uncanny resemblance to Elvis Presley. Indeed the young Elvis might well pass for Brady’s son.

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Brady’s photograph does not jump out at us in quite the same dramatic fashion as Hindley’s but the image is nonetheless far more powerful than Hindley’s….and more disturbing. There is little by way of shock or immediate dramatic impact when we first see it. If anything it is rather unimpressive and quite forgettable. If we were asked to recall this image in our minds after one cursory glance we would be hard pressed to do so. We would remember little were it not for those pouting lips….and it’s the lips that we remember. There is , if we are honest , totally honest , something erotic about the image of Brady. Even as a heterosexual man I am conscious of an almost animal sexuality lurking behind this images. I cannot imagine how a woman might respond to it but I can guess. And my guess is that most women are in large degree disturbed not so much by the images of Brady but by their reaction to it or rather their reaction to the sexuality inherent in the image.

Brady’s photograph has a truth that we don’t find with that of Hindley. There is no evidence to suggest that anyone thought of Myra as a
‘hard bitch’ prior to her arrest and the children she picked up for Brady must have seen her as no more and no less than a ‘nice lady’. The image we have of her then by way of her mug shot is demonstrable a false one. Brady on the other hand , prior to his arrest (and afterwards) is refereed to almost exclusively in terms of his good looks…..he is likened to Presley with all that that implies. Both photographs were as I stated earlier taken under duress and in Brady’s this translate itself into a ’smoldering’ aspect which heightens the sexual element whereas with Hindely it does no more that exaggerate the sense we have of an animal caught in the headlights. All factors in these photos seem to have the effect of dehumanising Hindley so much so that after all these years we are left with image devoid of any substance. With Brady his mug shot has the obviously unintentional effect of paradoxically humanising him. The more we examine it the more we are aware that this is indeed a flesh and blood person. The image staring back at us is all too real , and disturbing.

The most important element in these photographs is however not to be found in the photographs themselves but in what we , the viewer bring to them , our fears and prejudices and our cultural conditioning. And the ‘popularity’ of these mug shots , the iconic status they have achieved is down to what we bring to the image. They are both (Hindley’s in particular) classical images. They conform to the same rules as do the images we might see of the ancient Greeks or classic architecture. They have a symmetry and aspect that we recognise even it we don’t understand it. This is , in part , intentional….the photographer seeks for a ‘good shot’ and in this instance he/they outdid themselves. These images are historic , ie they refer to something in the past and the fact that they were taken in the first place implies a story that preceded them. Like history we see them in retrospect. Our view is necessarily distorted.

We are told that the camera never lies and here indeed is the proof. Both Brady and Hindley are outsiders but not in the way that many still choose to believe. It’s not their crimes that define their outsider status. They were outsiders first and their crimes were no more than an expression of this reality. Brady has always insisted that these crimes were a philosophical exercise , he freely admits to a sexual element , but insists that philosophy not lust was the motivation. And Brady is doing no more than stating what is obvious to any informed student of these crimes. To this day many feel the need to reject this fact , they feel that to credit him with such a motive is somehow to give him a significance , a credibility he does not deserve. There is also an element of snobbery in this , “What would a Glasgow street thug know of philosophy”. The fact that Brady’s interests are for the most part of an intellectual nature is something they feel compelled to deny , in spite of the evidence to the contrary. Neither Hindley nor Brady killed for sexual gratification. If that was their motive they would have in large degree been forgotten by now. They killed to realise , to give flesh so to speak to their philosophy, to their sense of being outsiders…”and the word became flesh” Their crimes had an inevitability about them. Brady never stalked children , he did not act under some compulsion. He had no unnatural interest in children. He did of course pick child victims and photographed at least one in pornographic poses but this was almost incidental to the acts themselves , the object of the exercise was not the children , he was if anything indifferent to his victims……this very indifference is what marks him and Hindley out from the crowd.

The real power of these photographs is that they capture this reality. We are faced with two people who look out at us from their world. They have little if any interest in what we might think of them. Brady set out, like Raskolnikov , to become Napoleon and he succeeded. In spite of what many choose to believe , Brady won. Protesting otherwise is futile. He has our attention. He has made his point and in his terms made it well. We are , regardless of how we try to square the circle , an audience that he created. We seek out his image. We are drawn to it…These images of Hindley and Brady are their ultimate validation….life , their life, has literally become art.

Image making is fundamental to us as human beings. The first humans to exist on this planet turned to image making to define their world and in the process of course defined themselves as human. They also used images as a form of control over a wild and frightening space in which they found themselves. Image making as magic. Image making as religion. And be it Hitler or Christ it’s the image that often speaks the loudest and has the last word.

To view other post relating to the Moors Murders follow this link and scroll down.

Way back , back in the old days , the nineteen sixties to be exact I used to walk around with my hands in my pocket. Sometimes I would stand up and sometimes I’d just sit down. I would look to the left and the right. I was always looking. You had to be on your guard. They were everywhere.
But they have always been there , pretending they are on your side but you knew deep down inside that they are only looking after number one. In my young days they were called hippies. I never liked them. I remember looking at them and thinking , “They are from the same class as the old guard they claim they want to overthrow”. They attended the same colleges and universities. They said that these institutes of learning had to be torn down…. but they already had their degree in their pocket. They talked about free love and bringing down the barriers but they had a contempt for the working class …..they were the Me generation.
I used to sit in the dining room. I had a record deck , the kind that you used to plug into the back of an old valve radio to make the sound come out and I would sit for hours listening to Elvis Presley while watching the RCA label spinning round and round. They didn’t like Elvis. They tended to sneer at anyone who did. It was a class thing and behind all their progressive posturing they were very conscious of their class. They criticized their own parents but sounded remarkably like them for all that.
They smoked pot and experimented with sex …..free love , they used the word free quite a lot but like I said nobody was fooled. I used to think …”Give it a few years and they will all be back to working for Daddy….” And they were. This is the generation that gave the world Global Capitalism.

Another time and another place. And here they are again. But the’re not called hippies any more. Today they call themselves Bloggers. And this time round they are still peddling that word ‘free’. The free exchange of information and the new open networks…..a brave new world that’s going to make the old ways redundant. But we have heard it all before. And the universities they came out of are the same institutions that gave us George Bush and Enron. Look them up some time on Boing Boing and Information Aesthetics. They even sound like Corporations and they didn’t get to where they are by being rebels….there are no free spirits here , they all walked the line. Like father like son.
And as a friend of mine used to say , ” At least with Hitler you knew where you stood”. They are in control. They own the network. They will tell you over and over again that it’s a democratic media , the Internet. You can be just like them or so they would have you believe but make no mistake , they ARE in control.
Who was it who said , ” the liberal opposition and part of the regime”? Whoever it was he was a wise man. As my mother used to say , “Walk softly and carry a big stick …..and watch your back”. And you would need eyes in the back of your head with the likes of these people. As the Americans are fond of saying , “follow the money”. You wont find any of these people among the broken and destitute littering our city streets. No suffering for their art here. They listen to their pop idols in the stadium just like any other Nero. They have taken to Soccer football just as the working class are being priced out. They will sell out their blogs some day too , when the price is right.
“Who’s afraid of Cory Doctorow “? Copyright and trade policies!! You can’t tell a book by the cover but you can take a damn good guess .So what’s he really selling?. He’s selling Cory Doctorow Inc.
Dispatches from Blogistan or Triumph of the Will. You pay your money and make your choice. Red Bull or Jack Daniel’s. “Words , Words, Words”. And the truth?.
….Well the truth is that Elvis is dead and business is business

ps. just read this in Dispatches from Blogistan. “We’re figuring out how to get the masses involved (in blogging) without mob rule”(Craig Newmark/craiglist.com). (note the ‘we’). You have to read it twice but take the smile off your face first.

COMMING SOON TO THIS BLOG: IAN BRADY , MICHAEL COLLINS AND THE GENTLE ART OF QUEUING.

Elvis was admitted to Baptist Memorial Hospital in March 1970 for an eye infection and was found to have glaucoma in his left eye. In October 1973 he was admitted for hypertension and an impacted colon for a couple of weeks. His father was admitted for a heart attack at this time. In August ‘75 he was admitted for two weeks for exhaustion. On the 1st. of April 1977 Elvis was admitted for five days for fatigue and intestinal flu. On the 16th. of August ‘77 he was admitted and was pronounced dead on arrival at Trauma Room Two which is now part of the Elvis Presley Memorial Trauma Centre.
Vernon Presley died of a heart attack here on the 26th. June 1979.

Elvis’s brother Jesse Garon Presley died at birth and was buried at Priceville Cemetery on the 8th. January 1935. His grave is unmarked and it’s exact whereabouts is a closely kept secret. The cemetery is approximately three miles from Tupelo.

Some of the above information came from the excellent book , “The Field Guide to Elvis Shrines” by Bill Yenne. Email shrineproject@netscape.net.

Vernon Presley

May 5, 2007

      In may 1938 Vernon Presley , Elvis’s father was sent to prison. He had sold a calf to his landlord Orville Bean for about $4 and altered the cheque he received in payment. He served time at the Missisippi State Penatentary at Parchment Farm in Sunflower County Missisippi. Parchment is mentioned in many old blues song as quite a few of the old blues singer spent time there. It’s a high security prison. By all accounts Presley’s father was a man of good character so this was some kind of aberration on his part.

         The First Presleyterian Church of Elvis the Divine is in Dumont , New Jersey. Members are required to face Las Vegas daily and make a pilgrimage to Graceland at least once in their lives. They also belive that children should be forced to praise Elvis daily. There is also a 24 Hour Church of Elvis in Portland , Oregon and the Greater Las Vegas Church of Elvis in Nevada. There are of course Elvis chapels but these are not proper churches. The Elvis is Alive Museum is in Wright City , Missouri. The owner believes that Elvis did not die in 1977 and he also thinks that the woman who married and then divorced Michael Jackson was not in fact Lisa Marie Presley but a double.
    A Finnish academic has recorded two albums of Presley’s songs in Latin and is soon to record “Blue Suede Shoes” in Sumarian , a language of ancient Babylonia which died out 2,000 years ago.

Elvis is alive

May 13, 2006

We don’t hear much about Elvis sightings these days. There
was a time that not a week passed without someone claiming
to have seen him. Of course some of these sighting were from
crazy people or just out and out pranks but some , a small
number were ‘genuine’ at least in so far as the reports were
honest if not accurate. Myself , I think it is sad , really sad that
so few people see him now because if Elvis is really dead then
what is the point of it all…. For better of worse , whether you
like the man or hate him, Elvis is the last real legend the world
has known. There will never be another like him.
But in spite of the lack of sightings Elvis may indeed still be
alive. I choose to believe that somewhere somehow he is in fact
alive and well. I’m not the only one. Many feel as I do.

Elvis

May 3, 2006

For the fifth year running Elvis has been the
top selling dead artist But his family never the less sold
an 85% share in Elvis Presley Enterprises to a fellow by
the name of Sillerman. This means that he own’s Graceland.
He paid £114 million for his 85%…..but why did the family
sell in the first place , they hardly need the money. It’s all
very depressing….’seem’s that for the right price anything
is for sale.
But Elvis belongs to us all….