Elvis: often imitated, never duplicated.
Yup. My big sister saw him at the H.I.C. in Hawaii in the early seventies (a live album was made of the concert). I've been past Graceland several times but never stopped in. Of course I wasn't driving...

Somewhere in the garage I've got a bunch of 45s put out when he died. The sleeves were full color and the records were great fun to listen to. I've looked for them but it could be that they wound up in the trash bin years ago. Dammit.