Category Archives: Great Are The Myths

The boy has his first recording session for RCA in Nashville. It’s a far cry from the sessions at Sun with Sam, where it was all about the feel, not money, not making a hit. Now he’s under a whole new kind of pressure, both nervous and in a foul mood. He works best whenContinue reading “Chapter 34: Fame & Fortune”

Back home in Memphis for Christmas 1955, the world feels different. The newspapers are still full of the bus boycotts beginning down in Montgomery, and the air is uneasy, watchful. I write a cheque to the local branch of the NAACP and drive it over in person to Hosea Lockard’s office, intending to thank himContinue reading “Chapter 33: I Forgot to Remember to Forget “

At Bryn Mawr, I take a seminar on women’s causes, descended from the work of Katharine Hepburn’s mother, a suffragist and alumna who fought for women’s rights at the turn of the century. In one class, our professor says something that stops me in my tracks: “Feminism without racial justice is white women demanding equalityContinue reading “Chapter 32: Autumn Leaves  “

“When do you have to be back at college?” he asks as I pick him up from Palm Springs Municipal Airport. “Last week of September.” “What about Topper? Where is he?” “He’s back at Harvard.” I reply.  I change to other topics before the boy can ask more questions.  We pull into the drive ofContinue reading “Chapter 31: Moonglow”

I find myself at the Louisiana Hayride in the days after my birthday, seated in the audience beside his little girlfriend, whom, for some reason, I’ve been appointed to chaperone. Oddly, I don’t mind. I look out for her: buying sodas, finding our seats. She feels so young to me, untested, unarmoured, especially beside theContinue reading “Chapter 30: The Memphis Flash “

I’m nearly halfway through college, and the final term before the summer holiday in 1955 has been something of a whirlwind.I go to Palm Springs with Topper over spring break.We look at houses out West because Grandpa George has told me I should diversify my investment portfolio, and that real estate is always a solidContinue reading “Chapter 29: Young at Heart “

I don’t know quite how it’s happened, but I’m falling in love with Topper.  He’s so different from the boy, steady where the boy is volatile, conscious where the boy is instinctive. Topper is deep, calm seas; the boy is like a bottle rocket. With my parents gone, the boy still childlike like me, andContinue reading “Chapter 28: Only The Strong Survive”

The boy calls me often this term; he wants to tell me all about the fun he’s having. He says he has to be humble with everyone else, and I’m the only person he can brag to, the one he can tell everything. His little girlfriend would be upset by some of it, and MrsContinue reading “Chapter 27: I’m Left, You’re Right, She’s Gone”

The boy is nervous as we drive to the studio. “Don’t be,” I tell him. “Remember, I’m here, and you were born for this.” “Thank you,” he says. “I don’t know. I just hope it’ll…” “Breathe in. Slowly. Then out.” I guide him through it. “Centre yourself. Find your core before you walk in. I’llContinue reading “Chapter 26: That’s All Right “

I watch the boy, Scotty from Sun, and his bass player Bill run through every song the boy knows. Scotty’s wife is warm and sweet and keeps me company, but I can tell they aren’t exactly blown away by him. The boy doesn’t seem to mind. He’s off in his own little world today, notContinue reading “Chapter 25: Life Could Be a Dream “