I'm really not trying to be all that provocative, honest, but for decades I've heard such praise heaped upon Elvis Presley. I cannot take the cult of Elvis any longer. This morning I assembled a list of grievances:

1. He didn't write any lyrics. This is central to my criticism. I mean WTF? Didn't he have anything to say? 2. He made those dreadful movies, almost 40 of them, with mostly crappy soundtracks. 3. He met with NIxon, got his badge, and became a junior narc in training. 4. He wore those god awful costumes and played in Vegas. 5. The whole sweaty towels for adoring fans was icky. 6. Pelvis shrugs notwithstanding, he never was particularly dangerous in a rock and roll way. This music is supposed to be dangerous and subversive, at least some of the time. 7. Graceland. 8. The obsession with an underage Priscilla.

I know, he loved his mother. And I too like The Sun Sessions, and realize it's a seminal work in rock history, but that was a minuscule portion of his output.

Am I being too hard on the guy?

Peter T.