Graceland

Yes it’s crowded, but the place itself is just so fascinating. It’s worth it.

As my friend said, “it’s not that big a house.” And it’s not. Graceland, as a home, does not seem that big – it’s not a castle, it’s not a mansion, it’s not really even a manor.

But it never had to be. Because the man who owned it, who made the name of the house part of the American lexicon made it huge. The tour director tells you that Elvis had things added, changed, re-built, torn down, and resurrected, and always, always, in ther service of his family and friends rather than himself.

Which is not to say that the King did not indulge himself, he did. The areas for keeping peacocks and other animals, as well as using an old storage room as a shooting range, these tell of a man well used to getting his way and to doing anything he wanted. But the greater fact is that he build rooms for his parents, his cousins, his daughter, his friends.

He provided areas for offices and bedrooms and play space. There was music everywhere, along with the semi-famous t.v.s and odd shag carpeting.

And it seems obvious, after wandering through the grounds, that there was never any need for anything bigger, for anything grander because nothing, nothing at all, would have been able to contain the King any better because it was not the physical limitations of the farm that kept him in, rather it was the bounds of family and friendship that constrained him to Memphis and thus to Graceland.

“I’m going to Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee. I’m going to Graceland.” – Paul Simon, ‘Graceland’

My uncle is, unquestionably, one of the world’s biggest Elvis fans. He has all the albums (on CD of course), the DVDs of Elvis’ movies, action figures. He even has a velvet Elvis hanging on his wall.

My uncle is also Down Syndrome.

As a child, I just accepted that he was different and moved on, the way kids do. As an adult, I find myself increasingly interested in what makes my uncle tic. What makes him so completely fascinated by Elvis (and comic books, but this is about Graceland)?

Another Aunt and Uncle, ones much closer, both geographically and emotionally, took my uncle to see Graceland a few years ago. When I met up with my uncle afterward and asked him about it, he did not say much beyond “It was good. It was fun.” But my Aunt and Uncle told me that he was beyond ecstatic. He was energetic and talkative and showed a curiosity far beyond his usual remove.

And that makes me want to go. I’m not sure what I’m really looking for: an insight into my uncle? A bond with him? Or just to satisfy my own curiosity. The fact remains, I want to see Graceland.

The idea of going to Graceland is ubiquitous in North American culture it was hard for me to even understand “why” I wanted to go. I knew I was going to be in Nashville for a couple of days and the idea of driving down was too tempting.

So I rented a car and left Nashville and ended up on Elvis Presley Boulevard with reservations at Heartbreak Hotel. Now the first thing to note, is that you need reservations if you want to stay at the hotel.

It is comparatively priced, not out of range, but not a good deal. They do have a special rate they can offer you on tours of Graceland but don’t mention it on the phone unless you ask.

Graceland itself was kitchy and fun and a bit too reverential of a man who died overdosing on prescription drugs on a toilet. It glosses over his divorce to Pricilla or some of his rather odd behaviour.

It’s fun. It’s like the version of the 1970s dream home and for a non-Elvis knower like myself, I still really enjoyed it.

The hotel was a bit dumpy and kitchy. I was in a smoking room—unless you smoke never get the smoking room! It smelled, no matter how long I had the fan on for. The hotel has an all-Elvis movie channel and I realized that most of Elvis’s films weren’t very good.

So fun, yes!

Visited Graceland as part of a ‘cultural visit’ when I was on a Study Abroad program. Never been a huge Elvis fan and wasn’t particularly keen on going, but I have to say I was quite impressed, it was a really interesting tour. Cheesy as anything, but I think you’d have to be in the same room as some of the furniture to believe it existed and people lived with it! Kept a whole group of us international students well entertained for an afternoon, but probably something you could only do once, unless you’re a devotee! Great day out.

Beautiful home. I got a little choked up by the memorial grave site, as I think a lot of people would. I wish I could have went with my Grandpa…

I’m not a huge Elvis fan, but I am curious about this place. I would definitely avoid it during August when all the imitators visit, but any other time of year would be fine with me.

I’m going to Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland

Love Paul Simon.

Religious pilgrimage…? Not that I’m a huge Elvis fan but still.

is enough…but go.

You can see plenty of crappy old furniture at the local Goodwill. No need to pay for it.