Not having blogged since August 16, 2017, there were over 15,000 comments awaiting moderation when I logged in to write my first post in over three years. As it turned out all of them except a few were spam, so why they had not been spotted as such I have no idea. Anyway, one of the real ones was a comment to one of the first posts I wrote, back in 2007, called “Where did the scarves go?” It went like this:
“I was five years old at the June 21, 1974 Cleveland
concert in the front row with my mother and sister. After about 100 women broke
through the police line my legs were folded up in one of the folding chairs on
the floor. Just prior to that Elvis had thrown a scarf toward us. Once the crowd was contained when the police officers handed me a piece of that
scarf it's only about 2 inches long but I'll never forget that. I keep that
with the full-size program our tickets stubs and will be mounting it in my
basement in a shadowbox.”
“The show itself was as wild as in the old days but the security wasn't prepared for that. The stage was very low with a lot of policemen standing in front. At the end of the show, a hundred or so fans rushed to the stage from the left and overwhelmed the guards. While everyone was trying to keep the fans off the stage on that side, several people climbed on stage at the other side with one of them crossing the stage towards Elvis, only being stopped at the last moment by the bodyguards. It must have been frightening for Elvis when the bodyguard grabbed the woman and threw her off the stage. But throughout, Elvis was still bowing and throwing scarves and, for a brief moment, he was surrounded by fans on the edge of the stage. In a flash, his bodyguards grabbed him and he simply disappeared from view. Shades of the '50s: exciting, but also very dangerous.”
Confirmation, if needed, that this was the same event
described by the person who had written the comment. I then played the CD and
found myself enjoying a fine concert. Listening extra carefully towards the end
when Elvis bids the audience “an affectionate farewell”, I heard some serious
screaming taking place. Elvis actually stopped singing for a short while during
the second verse of “Can’t Help Falling In Love.” Maybe he got distracted by a
policeman tossing a fan off the stage. In my head I got a picture of Elvis
catching a glimpse of what was happening and shaking his head in amazement.
Unfortunately the comment was posted anonymously (on
August 16, 2017, no less), so I have no way to contact the person who wrote it.
But I am grateful for him or her taking the time to share a very special Elvis
memory, one that in turn led me to revisit Elvis on tour in 1974. And the
comment did answer, at least partially, the question I posted back in 2007:
Where did the scarves go? A person who at the age of five saw Elvis live on
stage keeps a piece of one of them safe. What a treasure.
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