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Many of the recording on this site were made on a simple 4 track portable device with a "Grundig" (I think) microphone. A single mic and just my 12 or 6 string guitar. My bedroom was the studio and the beg was a perfect sound absorber. I don't think any thing could have been clearer.
The first time I heard him I was twelve or thirteen.
I stuck my head next to a record machine.
The first few chords blasted holes in my mind
And Hound Dog became my moment in time.
He touched everyone for a moment in time
That first date that first kiss that first sip of wine
The rythmn the beat the summertime heat
O that moment in time.
The snap of the hip the sneer from the lip
The deep southern drawl but the thing above all
The canvas he was where we painted our live
Up on the screen and then army green
When he stepped off the plane,
you should've heard the girls scream
And deep in our hearts a legend began
That soon over shadowed a simple young man
Its been 50 years plus since I heard him that day
30 or more since he rambled away
He took what he could and left what he should
Here's to the King - The man who taught me to sing.