Playing in Elvis’s old dojo was always gonna be a tall order. For a bunch of middle-class kiwis with a passion for rock’n’roll, Memphis is a trigger-word for what can be so right and also so wrong in the genre – the full spectrum of green lily-livered-nigger-music-lovin southern boy with just the right amount mixture of sass, sasparilla, and god-given ass and hips.
Thankfully it was an awesome gig and elvis even made an appearance and winked at me, he dug it i know…
He kissed me – and it felt like a punch….
Quote generator:
“i gotta say i was “
* shocked
* disgusted
* enthralled
* appalled
with your lastest show in the US.
I was expecting the unexpected, with the proviso that i was forewarned that the act was going to be unpredictable and the attitude factor would play a good part in what would eventuate into the axemen’s set, very much a reflection of the local conditions and atmosphere, once we can establish a base anywhere
don’t be cruel… to a heart thats true
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