CONCERT DATE: April 30 1973 (8:00 pm). Denver CO.

Elvis Proves He's Still The King
by Clark Seacrest
The Denver Post


In the freezing drizzle outside the Denver Coliseum Monday night, teenybop girls stood in the cold, offering to buy your tickets to Elvis Presley's concert inside. Fat chance.

Inside, if you were fortunate enough to have seats up front, other fans were offering $5 if you'd let them squeeze in between you and your companion - three people in two chairs, don't you know.

As it was already, the maximum allowable audience - something nearing 13.000 - jammed the coliseum despite miserable weather, to see the king of 'em all.

Elvis - fresh-looking, youthful, vibrant and with oodles of sex appeal for the ladies - gave the audience what they had come for. There were some 40 musicians on stage helping him out, but he left no doubt as to who was working the hardest.

[...] Elvis bedazzles his fans just as we knew he would (We know his suit was patriotic because it had sequinned red, white and blue eagles and shields and stuff on it).

As sweat rolled from the brow (mopped up by scarves which were lobbed to eager young ladies). Elvis did all the things we knew he would do - "Heartbreak Hotel," "Love Me Tender," "I Got A Woman," "Blue Suede Shoes," "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On." "Johnny B. Goode," "I Can't Stop Loving You," "I Can't Help Falling In Love With You" and so on.

But what really turned on the audience - particularly the young ladies present - was when, with a sneer and suggestive tug at the scarf, Elvis did "I'm A Steam Roller, Baby (and I'm Going To Roll All Over You)." (squeal, ecstasy, Elvis! Elvis!) Or with a jerk of the knee and a thrust of the arm, he did "Fever."

There were more scarves, more pouts, more curled lips, more jerks and grinds, more stabs of a fist into the air, more sweating. But now and then, if you looked real carefully, there was a flick of the mouth or a twinkle of the eye, and you could see that Elvis Presley knew he was pulling thousands of legs at the Denver Coliseum monday night.

Courtesy of Sebastiano Cecere