WIf one could choose, one would probably choose an overprivileged home instead of an underprivileged one; but both can be a burden. With the exception of royal children, nobody can study what it means to be born with a silver spoon as vividly as Lisa Marie Presley, the only daughter of the King of Rock’n’Roll .
The photos that circulated around the world immediately after her birth on February 1, 1968 in Memphis, Tennessee, showed her father Elvis in a dark blue jacket and light blue turtleneck sweater and mother Priscilla in a closed pink dress, a carefully arranged one as it probably was at the time artificially deceptive, but in any case touching small family idyll, the supposed proof of a normality, which there was just as little with the Presleys as with the Kennedys or the Windsors. The audience, who knew nothing about Elvis’ Memphis comeback months later, could at least say what became the conspiracy theory slogan after the king’s death in August 1977: Elvis lives!
The other pictures then showed a child whose face was spoiled; no wonder, it was also the apple of the eye of a mass idol that was as excessive as it was baseless. After divorcing in 1973, they had to leave the poignantly middle-class town of Graceland and travel back and forth between Los Angeles and Memphis. In keeping with her status and almost as expected, Lisa Marie Presley soon heard the Sex Pistols, the strongest antidote to her father’s music at the time, and also dealt with other drugs.
From there it was not that far to the sensational and logical brief marriage to the King of Pop in 1994/95. On the side of the then already dangerously drifting away Michael Jackson she made up for in fast motion what had never happened to her in the hassle of being a super celebrity. Before that, married to Scientologist and musician Danny Keough, she herself was the mother of two children, one of whom committed suicide at age 27, and later married Oscar-winning actor Nicholas Cage for three months.
It is in the nature of things and yet there is something almost tragic that Lisa Marie Presley, who died at the age of fifty-four in her house in California’s San Fernando Valley, mainly because of the enormous celebrity dimensions of her short, but, you can hardly believe it , the life that surpassed her father’s 42 years will primarily go down in gossip history. In the time that was allotted to her, she has, with energy, tenacity and fighting spirit, against many odds claimed to be a truly distinct yet highly endangered individual.
That she was also a respectable musician and outspoken songwriter who released three mainstream albums at the intersection of pop, rock, power pop and country rock from 2003 to 2012, the last under the supervision of roots music master T -Bone Burnett, should not be forgotten on this sad day not only for the little Presley dynasty.