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Home > Newspaper Articles > 1977 > June 20 1977 (8:30 pm). Lincoln NE.
CONCERT DATE: June 20 1977 (8:30 pm). Lincoln NE.
For devoted fans, "It's Now Or Never" was how they felt
by Deb Gray
June 21, 1977
It happened right after Elvis Presley sang "It's Now Or Never", a moment one mother will never forget. She had struggled up to the front where women begged below Elvis' white boots. She held her child, probably about three, a sunkiss towhead, up to Elvis.
The King of Rock'n'Roll took the child. But the child turned back, struggling to get back to her mother. "Ya got stage fright, son?", the King growled in a voice that sounded like he could barely contain himself. "I know exactly how you feel." Then, he kissed the boy. The child doesn't know it yet, but his life will never be the same.
This was the night that many people will not forget, the evening about 7500 persons saw Elvis, no last name necessary, there is only one that matters.
Does anyone think that Elvis is ready to step aside for the Arrowsmiths, Kisses and Led Zeppelins that followed him? Ask the young buds with skin bursting out of their garments, the women who knew Elvis when they were buds.
There was skin, skin everywhere - backless tops to show the symmetric shoulderblades, halter tops to reveal cleavage, and filmy outfits to allude to curves that couldn't legally be exposed any other way. For, down deep, sex, raw and sweaty, was what this evening was about.
Forget the stories that Elvis has gone to paunch, like the "grossly overweight" news captions and the mug shots that look like his cheeks were injected with helium.
At about 10PM, Presley looked on stage, the Angel Gabriel, in white and gold rainment, touching the outstretched hands of those who were screaming his name, hitching his white and gold belt buckle up over his stomach and laughing at those trustcakes who thought a few pounds could change anything, Presley joked with the audience, with the band and laughed at himself. He swings his pelvis. Instantly screams. "This is a routine I've been doing for years, " he says. "It's nuthin new."
The drums roll and he grinds down, farther and farther, his legs spread, his hips arching wider. Bedlam! The screams from thousands of mouths that yearn to be wild and fulfilled, yet, knowing tomorrow they would all be tame again.
Presley presented a program that encompassed the scope of American music: gospel, country, blues - the music he took from the black man and the fundamentalist church and made it acceptable to white audiences. And they called that music rock'n'roll and the world has never been the same.
Security at the concert was tight. Sgt. John Briggs said 25 officers were hired, in the words of one officer, to keep the women from storming the stage, get Presley in and out of the concert.
A photographer was stopped from walking toward the stage to take photos. The reason, he was told by someone in the Presley party, was "we don't need you".
The corridors resembled the midway at the State Fair. Every 10 steps were tables devoted to "Sooper Souvenirs" - programs, necklaces, opera glasses, pins, posters and portraits. Police officers patrolled the aisles, clearing out persons hanging around, telling them to return to their seats.
Except, on those prearranged moments, when Elvis would throb out a ballad. The lights would dim red, to the color of frustrated hormones, and the orchestrated security dam would open to let the women tangle at the front of the stage. One woman handed Elvis a picture. Women offered roses. He would take them, smile and start passing out purple silk scars out to the women at his feet.
One woman was up. reaching for a scarf. Another woman pulled down her halter top. Giggle, giggle. Total exposure. Another woman was up high, on her boyfriend's shoulder, And Elvis tossed her a scarf. She screamed, stuffed the scarf down into her halter top, and bounded, still screaming, down the aisle.
Courtesy of Scott Hayward