In Germany life was not much different at the beginning of the sixties than in the fifties. Economic miracle and Winnetou were announced, there were teeming with children, black and white TV ran American series and the VW Beetle brought us to Rimini. JFK fascinated everyone, but as Beatles, Stones and Co stormed the German charts from the middle of the decade, my father said that this was 'negermusic'. He loved marching music and Heino, the mother and we children Dieter Thomas Hecks, hit parade '.
But the triumph of the English music was not to be stopped. In the autumn of 1969, Elvis Presley's In the Ghetto was in 13th place for the first time in Germany. I remember how much the voice, the melody, and the lyrics of this unique song touched me whenever he was on the radio , In 1972 the marriage of my parents broke and our world was darkening. At 14, my taste for music changed dramatically. On the radio, '48 Crash 'sounded from Suzie Quatro and I felt as if a tornado had thrown me into space. From now on, the musical idols were called Beatles, Stones, Black Sabbath, Sweet, Slade, T. Rex, Deep Purple, Uriah Heep, Bob Dylan, Pink Floyd and Genesis.
Elvis was not one of them. The superstar of this faded age was out. And when he died in 1977, I barely noticed. And so it should remain for more than a quarter century. The musical world continued to spin and nothing suggested that it would ever change.
Until January 2002. I went on holiday in Gran Canaria and one evening the path led me randomly to the Hardrock Café of Playa del Ingles. An Elvis imitator sang "Suspicious minds," "It's now or never," "Love me tender," and "Are you lonesome tonight?" The longer I listened, the more I felt these songs all at once, which I know of somewhere believed. And when the singer finally a deeply sentimental "In the ghetto", I could no longer hold back the tears and fled to the toilet. There the dams broke, as if the accumulated misfortune of life in a torrent broke.
After childhood burdened by parental divorce, I had developed a deep longing for a family of my own. At the beginning of the nineties the goal seemed to be reached, I was married and father of a sweet little daughter. But already after three years the marriage broke and the contact to the beloved daughter was pulled into compassion. I felt as if a curse was over my life. And in the soul grew an iceberg of pain, rage, and despair.
After I had felt a certain relief after the Hardrock Café, I went on this trip more frequently. Again and again, Elvis's songs were the key that opened the door. His songs made it possible to approach and mourn the feelings stuck deep inside. To the lost mother, the lost daughter, the lost dreams of youth and Elvis, whose songs and films I found comfort and hope, and which seemed to me like a companion, brother, and angel at the same time.
Today, I believe it was these two years that made it possible to continue living and looking forward again. And that to a great extent Elvis was due to the fact that this difficult journey could be entered and sustained. Bruce Springsteen, who helped me in some other way, liked to tell the story of how he had climbed across the wall of 'Graceland' at night to visit Elvis. But the guard had carried him back into the street, "the place, where I belonged to, I guess." Before he turned to an ardent Falling in Love, he said, "It's hard to understand, how someone, who took away so much loneliness, could die so lonely."
At the beginning of 2005 the valley of tears had passed through. In a mood of profound gratitude, I heard melodies and lines of lyrics in my head: "Elvis, will not you come back, to show us emotion ...". And since I could neither read nor write, like myself, I was able to write the fragments on a musical cassette.
In the same year, I went to the USA and visited Memphis, the cradle of Rock'n'Roll. In the small 'Sun studio', Elvis suddenly had "That's allright mama" in 1954. Sacred ground of musical history. In the legendary 'Beale-Street', where Elvis once had the music of the blacks, I listened to blues, soul and jazz bands. After the tour of Elvis's estate, Grace, I stood alone for ten minutes in the King's living room. And then, with moistening eyes on his grave, where Elvis clubs and fans from all over the world have always laid wreaths and flowers.
In the following months the Elvis song took shape and was produced in April 2007 with the Hanoverian music producer Christian Demant. Even though it was only a demo recording, I had myself superficially sung, the emotional depth of the song was here for the first time noticeable.
In the search for a singer, Steven Morrys, who just made his debut debut, was in July 2009. There was no cooperation at the time, but in 2012 we became Facebook friends and met in December 2016 to exchange the musical experiences. When Steven told me that he was a professional advertising agency and marketed his 'Happy New Year' song, I spontaneously suggested to do the same with my Elvis song. For what time could be more suitable for the publication of a memorial song than the upcoming 40th anniversary of the death in August 2017. Steven and his girlfriend Christiane hesitated at first, as independent advertising specialists and parents of three children actually did not have the time. Steven also has an Elvis past, so the feeling of the belly (and the love passing through him) prevailed over the mind. The Elvis comeback project was born.