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Fan interactions with Elvis

okay but imagine being able to say you got your forehead kissed by Elvis when you were thirteen 😩

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Free Elvis Film Resource Masterlist (WIP)

I'm watching the films in chronological order. I'll update this as I go.

Love Me Tender (1956): YouTube

Loving You (1957): YouTube

Jailhouse Rock (1957): Dailymotion

King Creole (1958): Dailymotion

GI Blues (1960): LookMovie

Flaming Star (1960): LookMovie

Wild in the Country (1961): Dailymotion

Blue Hawaii (1961): Dailymotion

Follow That Dream (1962): LookMovie

Kid Galahad (1962): LookMovie

Girls! Girls! Girls! (1962): LookMovie

It Happened at the World's Fair (1963): LookMovie

Fun in Acapulco (1963): Dailymotion

Kissin' Cousins (1964): LookMovie

Viva Las Vegas (1964): Dailymotion

Roustabout (1964): Dailymotion

Girl Happy (1965): Soap2Day

Tickle Me (1965): Dailymotion

Harum Scarum (1965): Soap2Day

Frankie and Johnny (1966): Dailymotion

Paradise, Hawaiian Style (1966): Dailymotion

Spinout (1966): LookMovie

Easy Come, Easy Go (1967): Soap2Day

Double Trouble (1967): LookMovie

Clambake (1967): Dailymotion

Stay Away, Joe (1968)

Professionally-Recorded Performances

Dorsey Brothers Stage Show (1956) - Jan 28: Shake Rattle & Roll and Flip, Flop & Fly fragment [YouTube] (missing: I Got A Woman) - Feb 4: Tutti Frutti fragment [YouTube] (missing: Baby Lets Play House) - Feb 11: Blue Suede Shoes fragment [YouTube], Heartbreak Hotel fragment [YouTube] - Feb 18: (missing: Tutti Frutti, I Was The One) - Mar 17: Heartbreak Hotel fragment [YouTube] (missing: Blue Suede Shoes) - Mar 24: Money Honey fragment [YouTube] (missing: Heartbreak Hotel)

Milton Berle Show (1956) - Apr 3: full episode [YouTube] (Elvis' portion starts at 17:15 and ends at 25:26) - Jun 5: I Want You I Need You I Love You fragment [YouTube], Hound Dog fragment [YouTube]

Steve Allen Show (1956): full episode [YouTube] (Elvis' portion starts at 42:24 and ends when the video does)

Ed Sullivan Show (1956-7) - Sept 9: full Elvis portion [YouTube] - Oct 28: Love Me Tender segment [YouTube], Love Me segment [YouTube], Hound Dog segment [YouTube] (missing: Don't Be Cruel) - Jan 6: full Elvis portion [YouTube]

Tupelo's Own (1956): YouTube

Frank Sinatra Timex Show - Welcome Home Elvis (1960): Dailymotion

Comeback Special (1968): broadcast version [Internet Archive]

That's The Way It Is (1970): Soap2Day

Elvis On Tour (1972)

Aloha from Hawaii (1974): YouTube

Elvis in Concert (1977)

Interviews

Teenage Dance Party (1956): YouTube

Hy Gardner Calling (1956): YouTube

Press Conference at Graceland (1960): ElvisToday

New York Press Conference (1972): YouTube

Aloha from Hawaii Announcement and Press Conference (1972): YouTube

For comprehensive lists of interviews including available audio and transcripts: 50s, 60s, 70s [KeithFlynn]

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Tryin' To Get to You - Ch. 1

Hey EP fam!!!! I've spent the last week pouring my heart and soul into this Dean Z (Elvis Tribute Artist) fan fiction, and I'm slowly going to be posting it here...hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: For the first chapter, absolutely nothing LOL.

Clara Rose stood outside the venue, the sunset lighting bouncing off her figure. She wore an ivory blouse and lace trim that caught the light as it draped over her shoulders. It was one of her favorite thrift finds, and the vintage detail almost had her convinced it was made for her. Her high-waisted skirt swirled in muted lavender and soft gray, a subtle pattern that made her blend into the eager crowd..yet, in the way she carried herself, she felt like she would have belonged to another time altogether.

Her golden-brown hair was pulled back in soft waves, the loose strands framing her face as if she had stepped out of an old black and white film. Her green eyes, bright and piercing, seemed to catch every detail of the world around her. It was as if she were both there and somewhere far away, caught between a memory and the present moment. She wasn’t the loudest presence in the room (that would be her blonde bombshell of a friend Marcy), but in her own quiet way, Clara Rose was unmistakable.

The line to get into the venue was halfway around the block, a sea of vintage jackets, red lipstick and sparkles as far as you could see. Marcy giggled next to her.

“Okay, I swear, if Dean sings ‘Tryin’ to Get to You’, I might combust” she breathes, fanning herself with her manicured hand.

 Clara Rose snorted. “I think that’s the goal.”

Marcy leaned in closer, “And you, Miss Clara Rose, are going to swoon at least twice tonight. I’m calling it now.”

She rolled her eyes in response. “I don’t swoon.” she said, her grip on her vintage handbag tightening.

“Oh, honey, that’s the exact thing someone who’s about to swoon would say.”

Half an hour later they were filing into the theater where they found their seats. Three rows back right on the aisle. Marcy squealed. “Oh, I hope I get a scarf this time! I didn’t get one when we saw Shawn Klush last month.”

Clara Rose smiled as she settled into her seat. “Not if I get one first, girl.”

Before Marcy could respond, the lights dimmed, and the unmistakable sound of the drums and band playing the intro to ‘Shake, Rattle, and Roll’ filled the room. Just like that, the girls eyes were glued to the stage and clapped along to the music, when Dean Z sauntered onto the stage wearing a classic 50s outfit that screamed ‘Elvis Presley’. Clara and Marcy screamed and giggled in unison as he launched into the song, the guitar flailing around his trim body as he danced around stage. 

“Alright ladies, this next ones for you!” Dean hollered into the microphone. “If y’all want a kiss, c’mon on down to the stage here-” screams of ladies throughout the theater erupted and he laughed. “I was going to say, if you wanted a kiss, c’mon down and my guitarist Danny’ll take real good care of ya.”

Clara and Marcy giggled like a pair of school girls as they climbed out of their seats and rushed to the stage front, being among the first few to reach the stage.

Dean began singing ‘One Night’ in that smooth baritone voice that sounded almost identical to Elvis, and the first person he locked eyes with was…you. Oh, shit.

“Whose first?” he said between verses. “C’mere, lil’ lady.” he said, pointing right to you. Clara Rose couldn’t see it, but she knew her face was red. 

She wandered a few feet to the right to where Dean was standing. Damn she thought If I didn’t know any better I would think this was Elvis. Dean lowered himself onto one knee, 50s style microphone still in hand, and reached for her cold hand. “Hi, darlin’” he said, the greeting echoing into the room. His hand was warm, and soft…she wished she could hold it forever. Before she could think anything more incriminating, he had pulled her to him, and his soft lips landed on her cheek. She smiled timidly at him, “Thanks.” she said, before moving and letting Marcy have a turn as he continued to sing…except…his cobalt blue eyes were glued to you. 

With every kiss he gave, every song he sang, his eyes had almost never left your face. Were you imagining things? Probably. She prayed he didn’t recognize her come Meet and Greet time. 

~

The show ended in a rush of cheers, the last notes of the intensified “Can’t Help Falling in Love" still hanging in the air as Clara Rose stumbled back to her seat, hands trembling. The rush of adrenaline had already worn off, and now her pulse was thundering in her ears. Was it real? Did that really just happen?

Marcy bounced back to her seat beside her, practically vibrating with excitement. "Okay, Clara Rose," she grinned, practically glowing, "I saw that. You were the moment. When he kissed you? Girl, I’m dying over here."

Clara barely heard her. She was still stuck in the moment—Dean Z’s warm hand in hers, the sudden pressure of his lips on her cheek, his cobalt blue eyes locked onto hers like no one else was in the room.

“He—he looked at me the whole time,” she muttered, her voice barely a whisper.

Marcy raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah, that was a little obvious. I swear, I was watching him watch you. You think he’s interested in you?”

Clara blinked, her heart fluttering again. “I don’t know. I mean, it was part of the show, right? He’s probably just doing his thing.”

“I don’t know,” Marcy smirked. “He seemed pretty enamored. I bet you anything he remembers you.”

Clara looked at her friend in horror. “What if he does? I barely said anything to him…”

“Relax,” Marcy laughed, nudging her shoulder. “Just think about it—he is Dean Z, and he’s super cute. And, honey, you look good tonight.”

Clara's face went red again, and she glanced away, embarrassed by the attention. “Thanks. I—I just don’t want him to think I’m some... fan girl or something.”

“Sweetheart, you're his fan girl. We all are,” Marcy said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun with it. Who knows, maybe he’ll remember you for the Meet & Greet. He’s probably used to the crazy crowd, but you? You’re special.”

The line for the Meet & Greet snaked through the lobby, the energy buzzing with eager anticipation. Clara’s hands were cold, her palms damp. Her vintage handbag felt heavier than usual, and she adjusted it nervously as they shuffled closer to the front.

Marcy was practically bouncing on her toes beside her. "I’m going to faint, I swear. I think Dean is gonna remember you—it’s fate, I’m telling you!"

Clara didn’t feel fated. She felt like a bundle of nerves and second guesses. Did he really remember her? What if it was all in her head? What if he didn’t even remember the kiss? She had no idea what to say when it was her turn.

Then, the line moved. The next thing she knew, Clara was standing face-to-face with the very man she’d been dreaming about all night. Dean Z, just as dazzling up close as he had been on stage, was standing behind the signing table, grinning at the people in front of her.

She wasn’t sure if she could handle this. The show had been one thing—he was performing, and she was just a face in the crowd. But this? He’d be looking at her, actually talking to her. What was she even supposed to say?

The warmth that radiated from him made her breath hitch in her throat. There was no denying the familiarity of his gaze. He seemed so... genuine. “Hi, baby.” he said softly, grabbing your hand as if it was second nature and pulling to stand in front of him. 

“Hi.” she breathed, her eyes locked onto his perfectly chiseled face. How someone as perfect as him could exist, she didn’t know. And he didn’t seem to remember her. “Your show was fabulous, thank you for honoring Elvis so well.”

“Absolutely, sweetheart, I love doing it. What’s your name” he said, as if you were the only other person in the room. “Let me guess…you seem like a Clara.”

She paled. “C-clara Rose. How did you know that?”

Dean chuckled, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “You think I didn’t notice the girl in the front row, all shy and beautiful with those green eyes? Yeah, I noticed you.”

Clara could feel her cheeks flushing again. She was pretty sure she was blushing like a tomato, but she couldn’t seem to stop it. “I, uh, didn’t expect... I mean, I didn’t think you’d remember me from the show.” Her fingers twisted the strap of her handbag nervously.

“Well, you made an impression, Clara Rose,” he said, his voice warm but with a trace of teasing. He reached for a photo, signed it with his usual flourish, and handed it back to her. “Don’t think I forgot about that sweet little moment we had.”

Clara’s heart fluttered, and she swallowed, trying to calm the nerves that were taking over. Was she imagining this? Or was there something real here? He can’t possibly be serious, can he?

Before she could think of anything else to say, Dean leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on her. “So, what’s your story, Rosie?”

The nickname caught her off guard, and she blinked in surprise. He hadn’t said that before, had he? The realization hit her, and her pulse quickened. Did he just give me a nickname?

“My story?” She stammered, unsure of how to respond. “I... well, I’m just here for the show. I’m not... not a star or anything. Just a fan.”

Dean’s gaze softened, and he leaned forward again, his voice quieter this time. “I think you’re more than just a fan, Clara Rose. I think you’re exactly the kind of person who belongs in a spotlight of her own.”

Her breath caught, and for a moment, she thought she might faint right there. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

Still, she smiled timidly, trying to hold it together as she nodded. “Thanks again for the show. It was... incredible.”

Dean’s smile deepened, his eyes locked onto hers as he slid the signed photo across the table. “Take care, Rosie. I’ll be keeping an eye out for you.”

Clara’s heart pounded as she took the photo, barely managing a “Thank you” before she stepped back. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, or why Dean had made her feel like the only person in the room. But as she turned away, the feeling of being seen—the feeling of really being seen—lingered.

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Jerry Schilling Appreciation Society

I just finished Jerry’s book (Me and a Guy Named Elvis) and oh my god, he’s the bestest friend. Unlike many others who wrote books about Elvis, he’s very tactful and respectful. His love for E is obvious and sincere, but it’s not just that. He seems to be just a very good person: honest, insightful and introspective. He doesn’t bad-mouth anybody, not even the people who didn’t like him. I loved reading about his shenanigans with E, like going to see Nixon or the taco contest they had in Hawaii! Oh and also, he’s hot, ya know?

Jerrah is love. ❤️ Let’s take a moment to appreciate hunka Jerry.

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I want to have an Elvis summer 😫🌷