I love Elvis. What more can I say? This shows Elvis at the peak of his sexiness; healthy and oh-so-talented. Over forty years ago and the material is still entertaining and fresh. I have seen many many concerts. It has always amazed me how Elvis could hold an audience's attention with just himself on stage and only minimal backup from his backup singers and band. Other entertainers needed flamboyant fireworks, glitzy backdrops, scantily clad dancers, etc. I was blessed to have attended two of his concerts in the early 70's and there was a reason why the announcer always said at the end of his shows " Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis has left the building. Thank you and Good Night." Otherwise there would have been a stampede of people climbing up onto the stage to go after him. Let me try and explain. Elvis always gave his all at his performances, often going over the expected amount of time. At one of the concerts, as much as I was enjoying it, I noticed that the performance was going well over thirty five minutes over the allotted time. I glanced over at some of his backup singers to see how they were faring wondering if maybe they may be in need of a pee break or something. Elvis was still going strong. But no, they were intent on focusing their complete attention on their boss who was single handedly orchestrating the entire show. Elvis commandeered the show, setting the pace and tempo throughout. He decided how long the show was and when it was over. Elvis had a way of noticing things like when an audience member (myself) might be in a little bit of danger of being crushed by other over exuberant fans trying to clamor over her in an effort to get closer to see Elvis. Elvis was not above stopping singing and effectively stopping the entire show to gently and humorously admonish the offenders. It left me in awe that he noticed and he cared and he actually did something about it. I still think of that day. It was things like this that made him more than an entertainer. By the end of the show, when I and the rest of the audience realized that he had left the stage and wasn't coming back out, I had a sudden urge to go after him and drag, pull or coax him back out. It was as if "No, he can't just leave. He was just getting started." Then just when I'm preparing to get my purse and go after him, the announcer makes that announcement and I suddenly realize he's already gone so therefore there is nothing I can do. So I sit in stunned disbelief and try to concentrate on my clapping.