On September 30th, 1955, James Dean died in a car accident on a California highway. He was 24 years old. He had made three films. He had not yet seen any of them released to the public. East of Eden had come out in April, but Rebel Without a Cause and Giant were still in post-production when the Porsche 550 Spyder hit a Ford Tudor sedan at the intersection of routes 41 and 46.
Elvis Presley was 20 years old when James Dean died. He had been famous for approximately 4 months. He was in the middle of his first serious touring cycle, show after show across the South, the crowds getting bigger, the response getting louder, the machinery of what was happening building faster than anyone around him had anticipated.
He received the news on the road. The specific details of where he was and who told him have been documented by two different sources. His guitarist, Scotty Moore, in his memoir, That’s All Right, Elvis, and his drummer, D.J. Fontana, in a long oral history interview conducted by the Country Music Hall of Fame in 1999.
Both accounts agree on the essential facts. Elvis heard. He went quiet. And then he said something that neither Scotty nor D.J. had ever heard him say before. That was supposed to be me. Not literally. Neither Scotty nor D.J. interpreted it literally. Elvis was not talking about car accidents or California highways.
He was talking about what James Dean was. In 1955, James Dean was the only person in American popular culture doing what Elvis felt he was trying to do. Not the music. Dean did not make music. The thing underneath the music. The refusal to perform the expected emotion. The insistence on bringing something real into a space designed for something constructed.
The specific quality of presence that made audiences feel they were watching someone exist rather than someone act. Elvis had been chasing this without having a name for it, without knowing anyone else who was doing it. And then James Dean had appeared on screens across America and Elvis had watched in cinemas multiple times which multiple people who knew him during this period confirmed and understood that what he was reaching for had a shape.
That someone else had found it. “That was supposed to be me.” he said. Not claiming Dean’s achievement. Grieving the conversation they would never have. Nick Adams was an actor and a friend of both James Dean and Elvis Presley. He occupied a specific position in the mid-1950s Hollywood and Memphis music worlds.
A young man from Pennsylvania who had arrived in Los Angeles and inserted himself into the circles of the most interesting people of his generation. Nick described his friendship with Elvis in multiple interviews across the late 1950s and early 1960s. He described their conversations about Dean specifically in an interview he gave to Photoplay magazine in 1957 two years after Dean’s death when both the grief and the analysis had had time to settle.
He said Elvis talked about Dean the way most people talk about a teacher, not with the reverence of a fan, with the specific, frustrated admiration of someone who had been studying the same problem independently and had just discovered that someone else had gotten further. “Jimmy cracked something open,” Elvis told Nick.
Nick asked what he meant. Elvis thought about it. “He made it okay to not know what you’re doing,” Elvis said, “while you’re doing it in front of everyone.” Nick Adams described this as the most precise thing Elvis ever said about his own performing approach. The not knowing, the willingness to be in the middle of something without having resolved it in advance.
The refusal to present a finished product when the audience actually responded to was the process of making it. Elvis had discovered this independently in rehearsal rooms, on stages, in front of small crowds in Louisiana and Arkansas and Texas. He had discovered it without a name and without a model.
And then James Dean had done it on a movie screen in front of the whole country. Elvis saw East of Eden in the cinema three times. This is documented by people who were with him on at least two of those occasions. He sat in the dark and watched Cal Trask, Dean’s character, try to love his father in a way that his father could not receive.
People who were with Elvis in the cinema described him watching with an unusual stillness, not the restless, physical presence of a young man in a movie theater. The specific stillness of someone watching something that is saying something to them personally. He did not discuss the film in detail afterward.
He said it was good. He said Dean was good. He said it in the compressed way of someone for whom good is not a sufficient word, but who cannot find the sufficient word right now. What Elvis wanted. The thing that Nick Adams’ account makes clear, and that Scotty Moore’s and DJ Fontana’s accounts corroborate in their different ways, was not to be James Dean.
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He wanted to talk to him. He wanted to sit in the room with the one other person in America who was doing the same thing he was doing in a different medium and ask, “How do you do it? How do you stay in the not knowing long enough for something true to come through? How do you resist the pressure to resolve it before it’s ready?” He never got to ask.
Nick Adams died in 1968. He was 36 years old. The circumstances of his death, a drug overdose, have been disputed for decades. He left behind a career of moderate achievement and a set of friendships that were more significant than his filmography. The PhotoPlay interview from 1957 is held in the library of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences in Los Angeles.
It is available to researchers. The specific passage about Dean and the not knowing has been cited by one biographer, Peter Guralnick, in Last Train to Memphis in a footnote a footnote One of the most precise things ever said about what Elvis Presley was actually doing on a stage in a footnote Elvis Presley went on to make 31 films.
None of them gave him what he was reaching for. The machinery of his movie career the lightweight musicals, the beach pictures was the opposite of what James Dean had found. But on stage in Las Vegas in the concerts of the late 1960s and early 1970s the not knowing was there. The willingness to be in the middle of something without having resolved it in advance.
The 1968 television special the small leather suit stage the moment when he forgot the words to a song and laughed and the audience laughed with him. And then he found the words and something had changed. That was it. The thing Dean had cracked open. The thing Elvis had been chasing since before he knew what he was chasing. September 30th, 1955 a highway in California a young man from Tupelo on a tour bus somewhere in the South.
That was supposed to be me. He meant I was supposed to be the one to figure this out. I was supposed to be the one who found what you found. He kept going anyway without the conversation without the teacher and he found it in his own way on his own stages a little more slowly, a little more alone. But he found it
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