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Elvis Presley

In his kaleidoscopic novel U.S.A., a trilogy published between 1930 and 1936, John Dos Passos offered a descriptive line that has always stayed with me.

A gracious antebellum city of stern-wheelers and cotton money; a restless, violent city with a hot grain of genius at its heart; a city of calamity, desolation, and rebirth; a city that changed the way the whole world hears music. It’s all the same city, and it is this year’s Great American Place. Thomas Childers answers a summons to Memphis, Tennessee.

The guitar pickin' kid called himself Elvis Presley.

As a teenager, I liked the sound of guitar music, and I practiced until I was fairly proficient at picking out tunes. Later, I got an electric guitar, and lots of noise became my best creation, musically.

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