domingo, 26 de febrero de 2012

The Elvis-Kiss Mystery—Solved!

In the summer of 1956, a 21-year-old Elvis Presley, already inciting libidinous mayhem from Kansas City to Jacksonville, impishly touched tongues with a young woman in Richmond, Virginia. Alfred Wertheimer snapped the shutter just at the moment of contact. The result: "The Kiss," one of the most storied photos in Elvis lore. Yet for five decades, no one, not even Wertheimer, knew the identity of Presley's date—until now.

Several years ago, Malcolm Gray was watching an Elvis Presley tribute show on Pay Per View when a still photograph appeared: the iconic 1956 shot of the 21-year-old rock 'n' roll star playfully romancing a blonde fan backstage. Gray's eyes widened. "My God, come here!" the electrical engineer shouted to his girlfriend, Barbara, now his wife. "They've got you on that big screen. Does Priscilla know who you are?"

"No," Barbara said, nonchalantly, from the other room. She had seen that photo hundreds of times over the past half-century. "I was before Priscilla, Malcolm."

"The Kiss"—as the photograph is sometimes called—is in fact the most enduring of the 3,800 exposures that photographer Al Wertheimer made of Elvis Presley, many of the best taken during a two-day period in June 1956. While chronicling the rock prince on the threshold of becoming the King, Wertheimer, then 26, famously caught Elvis on the road and at his home in Memphis with his family and entourage. But that prize frame has become one of the classics in the rock-photography canon: Elvis, in a stairwell at the Mosque Theatre in Richmond, Virginia, minutes before a concert, darting a mischievous tongue toward the deliciously reciprocating mouth of a mysterious girl in black.

Many have compared the picture to another moment snapped 11 years before: Alfred Eisenstaedt's 1945 "V-J Day in Times Square," shot for Life, of a sailor and a nurse spontaneously embracing the day World War II ended. But while both images have remained photographic whodunits for decades, nearly 20 people have come forward now and again, purporting to be the subjects in the Times Square shot. In contrast, no one has ever emerged with a legitimate claim as Elvis's blonde. And with good reason. In the photo, her features are largely obscured. And to make matters more difficult, Elvis, throughout his career, was known to have had scores of dates and trysts with fans and companions.

"I never bothered to ask her name," says Wertheimer, an energetic 81-year-old German émigré, sitting in his New York brownstone brimming with Elvis books, photos, and memorabilia. "And she never bothered to tell me." As a result, for 55 years Wertheimer has called her simply Elvis's "date for the day." What's more, ever since the picture was published, no one on the Richmond music scene, or in Elvis's inner circle, seemed to know who she was.

But how could they not? This was a Kim Novak look-alike, dressed for Saturday night—sexy, flirty, wearing four-inch, plastic Springolator pumps, rhinestone fan earrings, a black chiffon spaghetti-strap dress, and a see-through purse festooned with faux pearls. Whoever she was, this was not a girl to forget. As evidenced in the 48 shots that Wertheimer took of her that day—many of which show her facing directly into the lens—she had fetching dimples, brows sharply penciled in black, and a teasing smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.

By her own admission, real-estate manager Barbara Gray, though a natural blonde, doesn't much resemble that babe from '56. "But, hey, what do you want? I was 20 years old," she says good-naturedly, sitting in the kitchen of her Charleston, South Carolina, home, and speaking in an accent that smacks of street-smart Philly. "Now I'm 75. I was very thin and very stacked. Every time I would go to get fitted for a bra, the sales ladies would say, 'Gosh, you have such lovely breasts.' And I would think, 'Well, I don't know. Are you hitting on me?'"

When the photo first appeared—in a September 1956 magazine entitled The Amazing Elvis Presley (a 100,000-copy, 35-cent-an-issue newsstand "one-shot")—Barbara, known as Bobbi, got a kick out of it. In those days she was a sometime dancer, a shoe-store clerk, and an unabashed party girl. And she certainly got around. The singer Pat Boone, she says, with whom she'd become rather friendly when he played Charleston the year before, called her to give her some grief. "Boy," he supposedly needled her, "you're in pictures all over the place with my biggest rival!"

"What are you talking about?"

"These pictures of you with Elvis Presley!"

Later, the shots showed up in Life and elsewhere. And then, it seemed, the music stopped. Bobbi, albeit anonymously, had enjoyed her brief brush with fame, and "didn't really seem to be that interested," remembers her sister, Margaret Crosby.

She wasn't the only one. According to Wertheimer—who, that March, had initially been hired by RCA Victor to shadow the label's dynamic young star—the images were of "no value to speak of" until 1977, when a drug-addled Presley collapsed and died in his bathroom at Graceland at the age of 42. "Then the phone started ringing," says Wertheimer, "and it really hasn't stopped in the 34 years since"—largely because no other photographer had ever been granted such access.

Wertheimer was a Brooklyn-raised photojournalist who shared a studio at the time with photographers Jerry Uelsmann and Life's Paul Schutzer. In between assignments, Wertheimer would take forays to the South, creating a variety of images of Presley riding his motorcycle, hanging out with cronies, recording songs in the studio. But by 1958 the singer's paranoid manager, Colonel Tom Parker, lowered a curtain around his protégé and, for the rest of Presley's life, restricted the media to meticulously orchestrated events.

In 1996, Wertheimer decided to abandon a movie-equipment-leasing business to concentrate full-time on Elvis, selling prints through The New York Times's online store and Washington's Govinda Gallery (for as much as $9,000 each). He also entered into a licensing agreement with Elvis Presley Enterprises, which began emblazoning photos of the singer and the mystery kisser on calendars, note cards, screen-savers, purses, refrigerator magnets, and the like.

The sheer ubiquity of "The Kiss," in part, is what finally got Barbara Gray, you might say, all shook up. "My granddaughter went to Graceland and brought back a coffee cup, a little lunch bucket, and a clock, all with that photo on it," she explains. "She said, 'Grandma, can you get your name on the picture? Because some day it's going to be worth something.'"

It's true that the woman in the photos didn't sign a model release; she could have made a good sum, over the years, from the commercial use of her likeness. But Gray says she's not after material gain at this late stage. What she claims to want, instead, is to get her story out. And she says that by turning to Vanity Fair—knowing the magazine has featured Wertheimer's work in the past—she is also seeking validation from the one man who could give it to her.

A year ago January, Malcolm Gray, Barbara's fourth husband (and 16 years her junior), brought home a copy of USA Today. For Presley's 75th birthday, according to the paper, the Smithsonian was mounting an exhibition, "Elvis at 21, Photographs by Alfred Wertheimer." In the accompanying photo, there was Wertheimer, standing in front of a blow-up of "The Kiss," the centerpiece of the show.

Gray insists that that one image was the last straw. She was fed up, as she puts it, with being "the unknown young woman in the wings." So she switched on her computer, found Wertheimer on Facebook, and fired off a message: "I'm the girl, 'The Kiss,' Have a good story for you…Please answer this email." She signed off: Bobbi Owens, using her maiden name.

But while Wertheimer says he's been searching for the bona fide blonde since the 60s, he bided his time before answering. "Over the years," he explains, "I've had at least a half a dozen women—from Houston, Atlanta, almost always from the South—tell me that they were the one who got kissed by Elvis. I'd say, 'I don't doubt it, but you weren't the one in my photograph.' And they would say, 'How do you know that?' Well, most of those women said they were somewhere around five foot eight or nine. I didn't tell them, but the girl was like four foot eleven. Elvis was six feet tall, and she was standing on the landing while he was one step down, so they were both at roughly the same height."

Wertheimer was doubly skeptical. Recently, he'd received an update from an employee of the Heartbreak Hotel in Memphis—a fan-favorite motel across the street from Graceland—who informed him that a woman claiming to be the kissee's mother said her daughter had died in a car accident many years before. "I was under the impression that the Kiss Lady was dead. I said, 'My goodness, that's a sad way to end it.'"

Gray, however, did not like being stalled. By now, she'd waited more than 30 years for an answer, having contacted Wertheimer by phone in the late 1970s when she was Barbara Satinoff, living in Royersford, Pennsylvania, with her third husband and running halfway houses for recovering addicts. By her account, Wertheimer blew her off. Though Wertheimer says he has no recollection of the conversation, Bobbi says she remembers plenty.

"I want to write a book about my life and all the people I've been connected to in show business," she told him, alluding to the days she'd dated two of Liberace's boyfriends in Puerto Rico, got in a fight with Zsa Zsa Gabor while doing makeup for The Mike Douglas Show, and worked for Frederick's of Hollywood. While the Elvis episode was only "one tiny little dot" of her colorful past, she said, she wanted copies of Wertheimer's pictures to illustrate it.

Gray's background, by any measure, reads like something out of an Erskine Caldwell novel. A self-described "free spirit," she was the illegitimate daughter of a factory worker and a cop whom, she says, would occasionally beat her. When she was 12, her boyfriend raped her. By 14, she had run away to marry a kid named Harry Wright, with whom, at 16, she had a daughter, Debbie. A year later, she was divorced and doing a little hustling. "I was a pretty loose gal," she admits. "Then I started waking up to the fact I was a whore."

Gray did some nude modeling to pay the bills, caught the eye of performers who would swing through Charleston on the big-band circuit, and accepted a ride to Atlanta from Woody Herman's road manager. Settling there, she worked for a record-distribution company and started dating the singer Tommy Leonetti, soon to star on TV's Your Hit Parade. Come 1956, she left her young daughter in the care of friends and returned to Charleston, taking up so-called "show-off" dancing at a club called the Carriage House—right around the time that Elvis came to town.

None of this ever came up during that long-ago phone call. Not that Wertheimer, in Gray's estimation, gave her much of an opening.

"A lot of women have called and said they are that girl and they are not," she remembers him saying.

"Well, I am."

"Do you still have those earrings?"


"What about the pocketbook with the fake pearls?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Well, why not…?"

"I've moved back and forth across the country!"

Then came another test. "Elvis was on his way to do a TV show. What was it?"

"I guess Ed Sullivan."

"No, see, you're not the girl. If you are, how many people were in the cab to the theater?"

"There were six."

"No . . . There were five. Can you tell me this? What do I look like?"

Bobbi had reached her breaking point. "You're a fat little Jew with a bald head, and you wear glasses," she snapped, not really remembering what he looked like behind his camera. Her Jewish husband laughed as she hung up the phone. The bespectacled Wertheimer stands five feet seven but, to this day, has a full head of hair.

Amonth after receiving Gray's Facebook message, Wertheimer still had not responded. Frustrated, she called in to Richard Todd, a D.J. promoting an Elvis tribute show on WTMA, a local radio station. Identifying herself only as Barbara on James Island, she insisted she'd kept a secret since 1956, declaring herself the girl in the classic kiss picture.

"Do you know this is you for a fact?" the D.J. asked.

"Oh, absolutely."

One listener, however, had his doubts. Broadcast veteran Ron Brandon had recorded Presley's homecoming concert in Tupelo, Mississippi, when Brandon was a 17-year-old engineer at WTUP radio. He got suspicious when the caller mispronounced the name of the Mosque Theatre. But after they finally connected in person, she won him over, and Brandon, in turn, got in touch with me. He thought I might be able to authenticate her story since I'd just published a book the month before on Presley's love life, Baby, Let's Play House.

When Elvis Presley came to Charleston in the summer of '56, Gray had never heard of him. But one night at a bar her rowdy companions were all fired up about Presley, saying he played "nigger" music, and guessing he was "sweet" because he wore mascara. "He's staying up in the Francis Marion Hotel," one friend said. "Bobbi, you ought to call him. You could get a date with him. If anybody could, you could."

As Barbara tells it, she was drunk that evening and accepted the dare, wobbling a little as she picked up the phone behind the bar, and asking the hotel operator to put her through to Presley's room. His oddball cousin Gene Smith supposedly answered.

"Is this Elvis?" she asked.

"No, do you want to talk to him?"

"Yeah, I want to talk to Elvis."

Soon, the rock star and the stranger were into it, flirting for a good half-hour, before making plans to meet two days later in Richmond, Virginia—425 miles away—once Presley returned from a New York rehearsal for a TV segment on The Steve Allen Show. From Richmond, Gray made it perfectly clear, she would then head north to see her boyfriend in Philadelphia. Before hanging up, Gray recalls, Presley promised to send a car to collect her the next day.

"I said, 'O.K.,' thinking it was just a line." But the next morning Gene and a buddy, who introduced himself as Elvis's road manager—today no one in Presley's camp can seem to place him—showed up in a '56 ivory-colored Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz that Elvis had purchased earlier that month. The trio drove to Richmond, where Gray stayed at her Aunt Gladys's house. Gray's cousin Ruth Wagner, who was living there at the time, remembers the car, the overnight visit, the excited talk about Elvis.

The following afternoon Bobbi met Gene outside the swank Jefferson Hotel. Carrying a bright-green jacket in a plastic dry-cleaning bag—Elvis's change of clothes for that night's second set—Gene walked her through the lobby and into the coffee shop, where his cousin was finishing a bowl of chili. Bobbi still had no idea what the singer looked like.

"Elvis, she's here," Gene said to the pompadoured man sitting at the counter, wearing a white shirt and matching knit tie that set off his slate-gray suit. "He turned around," Bobbi remembers, "and that was the first time I ever laid eyes on him. I thought, God, he's beautiful."

Elvis never stood up, but motioned for Bobbi to sit on the vinyl chair next to him, and then gave her a hug before angling closer.

Despite appreciating his androgynous good looks (and his white buckskin shoes), Bobbi was a big-band follower and a Frank Sinatra fan; her tastes in men followed a similar sophistication. She says she considered Elvis little more than a budding musician—"and really kind of insecure." It put her off that he asked her who she was and where she was from, like they'd never had that first phone conversation. And his Mississippi accent made him seem like "a goofy guy from the sticks." She found his long sideburns, which were radical for the day, sort of weird, and thought they anchored him in the blue-collar world (which he'd recently inhabited as an apprentice electrician). For her part, she never mentioned she was a divorcée with a child—which would have been the ultimate turn-off for the virgin-obsessed Presley.

Al Wertheimer, who had followed Elvis to Richmond, documented the next moments as Elvis attempted to loosen up his date. Bobbi was oblivious to the photographer and the two black Nikons dangling around his neck.

"Would you like something to drink, a beer maybe?" Elvis ventured.

The question threw her. A coffee shop serving beer? Maybe this was just a test. "No," Bobbi declined.

"That's good," Elvis said, "'cause I don't let my women drink."

"I'm not your woman," Bobbi snipped.

"Do you smoke?" Elvis pushed.

"No," she fibbed.

"Good. I don't like my women to smoke, either."

"I told you I'm not your woman.… If I want to smoke and have a beer, I'll do it."

Bobbi had his attention; Elvis liked a girl with attitude. He showed her his script for The Steve Allen Show, but she still seemed unimpressed, so he got right up on her ear, alternately whispering and shouting. She mustered a smile or two, which brought out his playful side. It was now a half-hour before his five-o'clock performance. Gene interrupted to say they had a cab waiting for the half-mile ride up Main Street to the yellow-brick Mosque.

"Come on," Elvis said. "You're going to be with me for the show." As they got up to leave, Elvis suggestively grabbed his new friend, which sent her running out the side door of the hotel and into the street, Elvis in pursuit and calling her "Fat Butt." She liked him better now.

It was in the taxi that Bobbi first noticed Wertheimer, who climbed in the front seat with Gene and the cab driver. In the back, Elvis anchored one side of the seat, while Junior Smith (Gene's spooky-looking brother, a Korean War vet) held down the other. Bobbi squeezed in between, and Elvis, clowning around, followed the photographer's directive to look animated. He messed up Bobbi's hair. He pretended to choke her. But what Wertheimer really wanted was something intimate. A nuzzle, an embrace, a kiss.

When the cab reached the Mosque, Elvis, with Al on his heels, got out at the stage entrance to talk with the fans, while Gene and Junior took Bobbi around to the front of the hall. There was hubbub backstage as the supporting acts—the Flaim Brothers Orchestra, comic Phil Maraquin, and magicians George and Betty Johnstone—performed. Elvis paused to pull out a cardboard can of Royal Crown pomade and sculpted his dirty-blond hair into a high, goopy wedge. Then he called for a quick rehearsal with the Jordanaires, his backing vocal group.

After a while, Wertheimer noticed his main subject was missing. Concerned, he made his way down the fire stair to the stage level, and at the end of a long, narrow hallway he saw two figures in silhouette—Elvis and the girl, as he would call her. They were wrapped around each other now, with Elvis intent on a kiss. Wertheimer remembers, "I asked myself, Do I interrupt these love birds, or do I leave them alone? I finally thought, What the heck? The worst that can happen is that he'll ask me to leave."

Wertheimer climbed up on a railing and scissored his legs for balance. He was now four feet from the girl, shooting over her shoulder, more or less into Elvis's face. Through his viewfinder, the scene was illuminated by harsh backlight from a nearby window and a 50-watt bulb overhead.

The pair paid no attention as he steadied his breathing for a shutter speed around a 10th of a second. Elvis pulled his date closer now—his hands clasped around her back, her hands resting on his shoulders. Then he gave her the smoldering stare he'd copped from Rudolph Valentino, his early idol.

Wertheimer, desperate to light them from the other side, put on a maintenance man's voice—"Excuse me, coming through"—as he squeezed past, descended three steps below them, and set his frame. It was then, he claims, that the girl taunted, "I'll bet you can't kiss me, Elvis."

"Of course, Elvis has been trying all day to kiss her, and he comes back and says, 'I'll bet you I can.' She sticks out her tongue a little, and he comes in and meets her tongue with his, but he overshoots the mark and bends her nose. Then he backs off a trifle and comes in a second time—perfect landing."

'That's a bunch of crap," says Gray. "I never said, 'I'll bet you can't kiss me.' I might have said, 'You can't kiss me, because I have a boyfriend and I will not kiss you.' But right after that, I pulled away from him, and he chased me across the stage trying to kiss me, just before the show started."

Not only did she not notice Wertheimer in the hallway, but she doesn't remember seeing him the rest of the evening. After the second show, Bobbi and Elvis got in a car—maybe a sheriff's paddy wagon—to go to the train station. Elvis was headed back to New York and wanted Bobbi to go with him.

"I said, 'No, I've already made plans. I'm going to Philly.'" But Elvis insisted. They climbed aboard Car 20 of the Richmond, Fredericksburg, and Potomac Railroad train and made their way to Elvis's private compartment, Roomette No. 7. There, Elvis intended to get what he'd wanted all along.

"He started grabbing me and hugging me, and I finally let him kiss me. Somehow we ended up lying on the bed, and he tried to feel me up. He put his hand on my behind and he said, 'Oh, you've got on a girdle.' I said, 'They're elastic panties, but what's it to you?' He said, 'I don't mess with girls who wear girdles.' And he stopped." Suddenly, somebody knocked on the door and warned, "Elvis, the train is leaving." And Bobbi said, "So am I."

In Richmond, Wertheimer accompanied Elvis's party on the train up to New York, but he doesn't remember Bobbi being anywhere near it. Nor does she show up in his pictures of Elvis in between shows, when the singer gave an interview to a local reporter, Gene Miller from The Richmond Times-Dispatch.

"I was standing there talking with the Jordanaires and goofing off with the Flaim Brothers," she explains. "I spent more time with the other guys than I did with [Elvis]." (Miller, in fact, would corroborate part of her tale, at least, writing that Elvis "playfully chased an attractive young blonde across the stage into the wings.")

One man can attest to other aspects of Bobbi's story. Edward Swier, her Philadelphia boyfriend, now 79 and a retired Boeing engineer, remembers her visit that summer. (So as not to upset him at the time, she didn't disclose her dalliance with Elvis.) "We were pretty hot and heavy for a couple of years," says Swier, who met her over a game of miniature golf when he was stationed at Charleston Air Force Base. "She was quite a live wire and a very striking girl. She showed me some nude photographs of herself in a magazine. I remember she got a call from Pat Boone, because I answered the phone. He wanted to take her to dinner and she turned him down."

Boone would play a much bigger role in her life, leading her, as Bobbi puts it, "from a loose girl to a child of Christ." In the late 60s, Boone and his wife, Shirley, baptized Bobbi, she says, in their swimming pool in Beverly Hills. Now 75, Caroljean Root, with whom Bobbi lived at the time, and who heard her Elvis story long before "The Kiss" began appearing on souvenir tchotchkes, remembers the Boone connection vividly. "She would go over to Pat and Shirley's house, and also attend religious services with them. Even after she was baptized, they were still in communication. They were all friends."

Boone, now 77, hosted Bible-study sessions in the early 70s for celebrities, Elvis's wife, Priscilla, among them. Boone did not return Vanity Fair's repeated calls. In 1970, he wrote a book, A New Song, in which he admitted to flirtations on the road that nearly upended his marriage: "An occasional drink, the loud music, and the titillating awareness that some young lovely was obviously 'available'—all seemed more and more fun." If she ever writes her own book, Bobbi, an observant Baptist, hopes it "will show young girls how Jesus can save you from anything and everything."

So, after all the shake, rattle, and roll, where's the proof?

Some of Bobbi Gray's recollections are too minute for casual invention. Many die-hard Elvis fans don't know about the Flaim Brothers, for instance; they don't show up in Peter Guralnick's authoritative biography, Last Train to Memphis. They are, however, billed in advertisements for Presley's 1956 shows, and toured with him for a year, according to Emil Flaim, now 78.

Most significantly, though, is the fact that when Vanity Fair asked Bobbi for snapshots of herself from the same era, photo after photo seemed the spitting image of the woman Wertheimer shot as Elvis cozied up to her in the cab that day. In addition, the picture on Bobbi's 1974 driver's license is also a perfect match—as are her signatures, then and now.

By the time Wertheimer got around to answering Bobbi's e-mails ("Before we talk about it too much, I need to know exactly how tall you are in your bare feet"), Vanity Fair was acting as an intermediary, showing Wertheimer Bobbi's old photos ("They're good—they're very close"). Then came the detail that really piqued his interest. Told that Bobbi was four feet eleven, Wertheimer caught his breath: "Is. She. Really."

It was then that Wertheimer got nervous. "After 55 years, she hasn't said boo, and now she's finally coming out of the closet?!"

Last spring, Gray and Wertheimer finally spoke on the phone, and Wertheimer quizzed her relentlessly. For more than an hour, they bantered and sparred, but not without cordiality and humor.

Al: Have you felt badly that you haven't really gotten the recognition that you should have had as one of Elvis's lovers?

Bobbi: Listen, Al, I never was his lover.

Al: I'm not here to upset you. I'm here to try to do some fact-finding.

Bobbi: This is what you did back in the 70s. You annoyed me to no end, and that's why I never called you again.

Al: In the second show, [Elvis] had a very bright-colored jacket on. Do you recall the color?

Bobbi: No, because when I saw the jacket, it was [in a dry-cleaning bag].

Al: But you're now in the theater. The show is finished, and he's changing his clothes to the second show. What was he wearing?

Bobbi: He could have been in his drawers for all I know.

Al: [Laughing.] He wasn't in his drawers. He was nude.

Bobbi: Oh, God . . . I think I remember an awful lot for a 74-year-old lady.

Al: See how much I remember for being an 80-year-old codger?

Today, Wertheimer concedes that Bobbi is, in fact, the Kiss Lady. What convinced him, he says, apart from her height and her personal photographs from the time, was what she said about the taxi ride to the theater—one of the points she had tried to make in their 70s phone call. "I said, 'Three of us in the front? I don't recall three in the front.' She said, 'Well, if you notice in one of your pictures, there is an elbow sticking out. That belonged to the other cousin."

And Bobbi had remembered something else that Wertheimer had not, a detail that had been partly visible in the photographs all the time: Junior was holding . . . Elvis's guitar!

"I have been looking at my photographs for 54 years," says Wertheimer, "and I didn't notice [the edge of the guitar case]. So her memory was, in that case, better than mine."

Last summer, he offered her a settlement: $2,000 and his public acknowledgment—he has signed an affidavit—that she is, indeed, the woman in his famous frame. Additionally, he pledged to provide nine autographed copies of two of his Elvis books, three signed prints of "The Kiss," six signed posters, six magnets, and, on a perpetual license, 24 digital files of her photographs for any personal projects.

At first, Bobbi wanted him to donate funds to her church, but Wertheimer balked. "If I were richer I might pay her more. But she wants to be a celebrity. Of course, she might feel that she's been had, but on the other hand, had I not been there … It would have been a non-event. She is such a church-going person, well, let her hustle a little bit. If she wants to go on Elvis cruises and talk about being the 'Tongue Lady' and sell some of the prints that I allow her to make, she has my blessings."

In the end, after months of negotiation, Bobbi signed the agreement, giving up all commercial rights to one of the most desired photos in rock 'n' roll.

To decompress, she made a trek to Richmond to revisit the old Mosque Theatre and another to Washington, D.C., to see Wertheimer's show at the National Portrait Gallery. Her hope was to be photographed in front of "The Kiss" as a memento for her three grandchildren. But when she arrived, she didn't bother to go in. The crowds were overflowing.

Today, Barbara Gray insists she's after neither money nor fame—just a glimmer of recognition, which is, after all, what many of us seek in this life. "I didn't get into this to be frustrated and crazy. I just wanted to get my name on the damn picture."

How Dick Clark Helped Keep Private Presley Popular

How Dick Clark Helped Keep
Private Presley Popular

                                                     Alan Hanson
In the mid-1950s, when rhythm and blues merged with rockabilly under the banner of "rock 'n' roll," the radio disc jockeys who embraced the new sound experienced a surge of popularity. They became the spiritual leaders of the nation's youth. Finding themselves in control of the music that went out over the air waves, these rock 'n' roll DJs accumulated unprecedented power in the lucrative teenage market. By 1958 two of them—Allan Freed and Dick Clark— were battling it out for supreme influence over pop music nationally.
Freed's career was destroyed in the pay-for-play "payola" scandal of the late '50s. Although Clark was also under investigation at the time, he survived unscathed and rose to preeminence among the nation's purveyors of rock 'n' roll.
Dick Clark At age 28, Dick Clark was hosting a local TV dance show in Philadelphia in April 1957, when Elvis Presley brought his stage show to town. It's very possible that the two men met at that time, as DJs and TV hosts were invited to Presley's press conference in the city. It was just four months later that Clark soared into the national spotlight when the ABC television network picked up his show, renamed it American Bandstand, and began airing it nationally on August 5, 1957.
A major success from the beginning, Bandstand ran weekday afternoons through 1963, and then moved over to Saturday mornings. Every major rock 'n' roll act of the era appeared on Clark's trendy show—all but one. "There was never an American Bandstand Elvis Presley appearance in person," Clark noted in 1971, "and I guess he's about the only one I can think of."

Colonel Parker recognized Dick Clark's influence with teens
Presley wasn't slighting Clark by not appearing on his show. By the time Bandstand went national in the summer of 1957, Elvis had already abandoned TV entirely. Colonel Parker reasoned that if Elvis's fans could see him for free on TV, they were less likely to buy tickets to his movies.
Although he kept Elvis off Bandstand, the Colonel clearly recognized Clark's ability to understand and communicate with young people. "There is nothing basically bad or wrong about our teen-agers today," Clark wrote in a 1959 magazine article. "They are better citizens than past generations for they are better educated in school and at home. They have broader tastes. They have ideals and they have values … Actually, I'm not defending teen-agers or myself. What I am trying to defend is my right and your right to go to a church of our choice, or buy the records of our choice. Elvis may start off his dinner with a banana split. Pat Boone prefers white buckskin shoes. Democracy would be in a bad way if our tastes in music, food and clothes were dictated to us. And when these little dictators try to enforce their will on us, it makes me blazing mad."
At 30 years old in 1959, Clark also offered a respected adult voice in support of Elvis. "He's a great talent," Clark declared. "Whether you call it rock and roll or rhythm and blues or country music, his style is authentic. He has never faked his music. His music is honest. Many adults couldn't see it. The younger generation, whose tastes were not prejudiced, accepted Presley's singing for its freshness and exuberance. But this is not the secret. It's something more than talent that Elvis has. Some people call it magic. I call it girl-appeal."
 Clark kept the Presley home fires burning
Dick Clark fit perfectly in Colonel Parker's plan to keep the Presley home fires burning while Elvis was out of sight in Germany. In 1959 Parker allowed Clark to conduct three telephone interviews with Elvis and broadcast them on American Bandstand. They allowed Elvis to speak directly to Clark's massive audience of record-buying teenagers.
Elvis Presley in the army During the first interview in February 1959, Clark asked Elvis if he had been working on his music. Presley assured Clark that he was. "I have a guitar up here in the room," he explained. "I don't want to get out of practice if I can help it." Clark then supplied evidence that Elvis's popularity had not slipped at home. "In the annual American Bandstand Popularity Poll you walked away once again with a couple of honors this year," Clark announced. "The Favorite Male Vocalist Award and the Favorite Record of 1958. The kids voted you top man all around."
Elvis assured Clark in return that he anticipated his homecoming as much as his fans did. "That, believe me, is the big thing I'm looking forward to," Presley told Clark. "You'll never know how happy I'll be. I mean, I'm glad that I could come in the Army and do my part, but you'll never know how happy I'll be, boy, when I can return to the entertainment world."
 "You don't know how I'm looking forward to my return."
The second telephone interview occurred six months later on August 5, 1959. Elvis told Clark he planned to hit the ground running when he returned home in March. He mentioned a that TV appearance and three movies were in the works. Confirming that Elvis was still popular on the record charts, Clark announced that Elvis's latest single, "A Big Hunk 'O Love"/ "My Wish Came True," had earned gold record status. The interview ended with Elvis again declaring, "You don't know how I'm looking forward to my return."
Dick Clark's third and final phone interview with Elvis took place on January 8, 1960, Presley's 25th birthday. With Elvis's discharge less than two months away, the details were now out on Presley's upcoming TV and movie deals. Clark asked Elvis his feelings about appearing on Frank Sinatra's TV special. "You two fellows have sort of different musical stylings," Clark noted. "I consider it an honor," Elvis responded, "because this man … he's proven himself, and I admire him very much."
Elvis knew that the title of his upcoming film for Hal Wallis at Paramount would be G.I. Blues, but he seemed to know little else about his upcoming return to show business. "I'm told that Colonel Parker will have everything arranged," was all he could tell Clark.
 Dick Clark predicted a "fantastic" welcome for Elvis
Elvis may have had some doubts about his reception on his return home, but Dick Clark predicted Presley would be received with open arms. "I believe that when Elvis comes steaming in on that troopship he will get the most fantastic welcome any artist has ever received in the history of American show business," Clark wrote in the 1959 magazine article. "His doubts will vanish, for his fans are true-blue loyal, and Elvis will still be wearing the crown … I'll bet when Elvis gets his release there will be headlines reading, 'Can Presley Make a Comeback?' He doesn't have to make a comeback. Just come back. We're all waiting for him."
Of course, Dick Clark had read the mood of the nation's youth perfectly. Colonel Parker could not have enlisted a better cheerleader on the home front for Elvis than Dick Clark. He became known as America's "Oldest Teenager" not only because of his youthful appearance, but also because he never lost his ability to see the world as teenagers see it.
Colonel Parker never forgot the contribution Dick Clark made in keeping Elvis's flame alive during the army years. For Presley's celebrated opening night at the International Hotel in Las Vegas on July 31, 1969, the Colonel spent two months creating a special celebrity guest list. Among those included, in addition to most of the Strip headliners, were Pat Boone, Paul Anka, Fats Domino, Shirley Bassey, Charol Channing—and Dick Clark.

Comparing Elvis’s 1957 and 1970 Shows in Portland, Oregon

Comparing Elvis's 1957 and 1970
Shows in Portland, Oregon

Alan Hanson

There are many Elvis fans around today who actually saw Elvis perform live on stage in both the 1950s and the 1970s. I know a few, but unfortunately, I'm not a member of that club. I saw Elvis perform twice in the seventies, first in Seattle in 1970 and then again in Spokane in 1976. But I was only eight years old when Elvis came to Spokane in 1957, and so he passed through without me even knowing he had been in town. However, while doing research for my book, Elvis '57: The Final Fifties Tours, I became quite familiar with Elvis's stage show that year. One thing I realized was that, although much had changed while Elvis was away making movies, he was the same cat on stage in both the fifties and seventies.
Of course, a specific comparison of Elvis live in those two decades is impossible. On one hand, a live Presley performance in 1955 was quite different from one in 1957. Similarly, Elvis on stage in 1970 differed in many ways from Elvis on stage in 1976. (I can testify personally to that.) The best that can be done, then, is to pick one city and compare Elvis's appearances there in the two decades. Let's go with Portland, Oregon, since Elvis was at the height of his game when he played that town in 1957 and 1970.
Elvis Presley Portland Oregon 1957 Elvis's appearance in Portland on Labor Day, September 2, 1957, was one of his final concerts of the decade. By then he was no longer the wild, raw performer he had been the previous couple of years. Instead, he had polished his act. He had become a master at manipulating a crowd's emotions, and he was drawing the biggest crowds of his (or anybody else's) career. With a string of hit records in his repertoire, he was truly at the top of his game.
Elvis next played Portland 13 years later, on November 11, 1970 (I saw him the next night in Seattle). Having polished his act during three Las Vegas engagements, Elvis had only recently gone back out on tour. Not counting Vegas, Portland was just the ninth city that he played in the new decade. Again, Elvis had a recent collection of hits on the playlist. His fans, starved by his long self-exile from the stage, came to see him by the thousands. Once more, he was at the top of his game.
In some ways it was like Elvis never left the stage
So how did the two Portland shows, 13 years apart, compare? In some ways they were different, reflecting the great cultural and technological changes that had occurred between them. In other ways, though, they were the same, as if nothing had changed through the years.
Let's start with the obvious changes. First, the venues. In 1957 Elvis performed outdoors on a portable stage sitting over second base in the city's Multnomah Stadium. In 1970 he played indoors at Portland Memorial Coliseum. While both crowds numbered about 12,000, their makeups differed. At 22, Elvis played to a crowd dominated by screaming 14- and 15-year-old girls. Returning at age 34, Elvis faced a scattering of teenagers, but his fans had aged with him, and the Oregonian referred to the 1970 crowd as being mostly "mothers and matrons."
Another obvious difference between the two concerts was the stage personnel. Only 5 singers (Elvis and the Jordanaires) and 3 musicians (Scotty, Bill, and D. J.) were on stage that night in 1957. At the Coliseum in 1970, Elvis was joined on stage by at least 6 musicians (TCB Band) and 9 background singers (Sweet Inspirations, The Imperials, Kathy Westmoreland).
Elvis Presley 1970 There was also a striking difference in Elvis's stage deportment during the two Portland concerts. It was gyrations versus karate. In 1957 an Oregon Journal writer characterized Elvis's stage act as a series of "bumps and grinds, wiggles and sinuous writhings." According to the Oregonian, in 1970 Elvis still worked up a sweat, but "many of his movements [were] unnecessary; he [directed] the band with arm jerks; he [ran] around the stage like a long-haired Pagliacci eager to keep the stage crew happy."
Some crossovers the Elvis's concert playlists
As for the songs Elvis performed, there were many differences, of course, but there were a few common numbers as well. Elvis's 45-minute, 15-song set for his Pacific Northwest tour in 1957 included "Heartbreak Hotel," "I Got a Woman," "Teddy Bear," "Loving You," "All Shook Up," "Don't Be Cruel," "I Was the One," "That's When Your Heartaches Begin," "Love Me," "Mean Woman Blues," and the standard '50s closer, "Hound Dog."
Elvis's hour-long, 14-song 1970 show in Portland included "Johnny B. Goode," "That's All Right," "Blue Suede Shoes," "I Got a Woman," "Love Me Tender," "Sweet Caroline," "Polk Salad Annie," "Bridge Over Troubled Water," "Funny How Time Slips Away," "You Don't Have to Say You Love Me," "How Great Thou Art," "The Wonder of You," "Suspicious Minds," "Hound Dog," and his standard '70s closer, "Can't Help Falling in Love."
From the 1970 concert, Oregonian writer John Wendeborn picked "How Great Thou Art" and "Johnny B. Goode" as the best numbers of the night. Elvis did the Chuck Berry song, Wendeborn said, "in the old Presley style. It was fast and it incorporated the fabulous backup quintet."
Sound was by far the biggest difference in the two Portland concerts. In 1957 Elvis and his band were still operating with a weak amplifier and a couple of small box speakers set on the stage. Although it was the best sound system available at the time, it was woefully inadequate when playing to 12,000 people, especially in an open-air venue like Multnomah Stadium. Combine the weak sound system with the constant screaming of teenage girls, and most of the crowd could barely discern Elvis's voice, if at all.
Of course, in the 13 years that intervened between Elvis's two Portland appearances, concert sound system technology improved in leaps and bounds. The Oregonian's review of Elvis's 1970 show reflects that, observing that the singers "elevated the decibels" and the band "crescendoed out of sight." In the fifties, Elvis occasionally joked that he didn't mind the screaming at his shows because it covered up his mistakes. By 1970, though, the advanced equipment revealed all sound, both good and bad, coming from the stage. The Oregonian reported that Elvis "flubbed the words to 'The Wonder of You' and didn't finish many of his songs." (Of course, Elvis did finish all of his songs. The writer here was undoubtedly referring to the shortened versions of his fifties hits that Elvis incorporated into his seventies concerts.)
Crazy girls a common thread for Elvis in '50s and '70s
Despite all the differences between Elvis's 1957 and 1970 concerts in Portland, there was one common thread. It was in the craziness committed by some of his female fans. In 1957 it was the girl who climbed the outside façade of the Multnomah Hotel in an effort to reach Elvis's seventh floor room and the young wife who snuck out to see Elvis's show against her husband's wishes, only to be exposed by a photo of her at the concert in the next morning's newspaper. In 1970 it was the group of college girls who had front row seats for Elvis's show in the Coliseum. One ran up to the stage and grabbed Elvis's bottle of mineral water. Each of the girls took a drink. "He had a cold, and each of us got a cold from that. We always said we got Elvis colds," one later announced proudly. When it came to how fans reacted to Elvis, some things never changed. —