DALLAS — Even his wardrobe was memorable. He wore black pants and white shoes, with a black cummerbund accented with white stripes hugging a super-thin waistline. He wore what looked like Daddy’s sport coat, with a white shirt and a narrow black tie. His curly black hair was tousled and wet, because, after all, there would soon be a whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on:
Elvis Presley had arrived in Dallas.
At the time, the kid from Tupelo, Mississippi, was barely drinking age — a spry 21 — giving what came to be known as a landmark performance in a career that lingered for a quarter-century until he died, tragically, in 1977, when he was only 42.
