The King and I

Happy Birthday, Mr Presley, 84 years old today.
And thank you.

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The King and I

I spent much of my early life in South Africa, brought up on a musical diet of Al Jolson, my father’s favourite, and Kenneth McKellar (a Scottish tenor), my mother’s, from the long-playing records (33 rpm) brought from Scotland.
I am not here to denigrate these great singers from an earlier era but, for a pre-teen boy, they were not quite doing it.
Then one night my father took us to the drive-in cinema near Durban to see a new film from the USA.

I sat open-mouthed, stunned, unbelieving, totally enraptured, as Elvis Presley slid down a pole and ‘The warden threw a party in the county jail’!

Yep, Jailhouse Rock.
The film that taught me there was a whole new and different world of music out there.
The film that showed me that a man could sing and dance and – no disrespect to the…

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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