|ELVIS IN TORONTO '57
Elvis Presley's two concerts at Maple Leaf Gardens were among only five he ever performed outside of the U.S.
By Kevin Plummer
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“It goes without saying,” Toronto Star music critic Hugh Thomson wrote in a scathing review of Elvis Presley’s two-concert appearances at Maple Leaf Gardens
on April 2, 1957, “he has all the appeal of one-part dynamite and one-part chain-lightning to the adolescent girls, but to one like myself who is neither a girl
nor adolescent, I could only feel he was strikingly devoid of talent.”
While a frenzied audience (reportedly composed predominantly of women, ranging in age from 4 to 64) screamed and cheered in approval as Elvis glided
across the stage, seductively cradling the microphone and stopping to rock his hips in rhythm to the music, Thomson seethed: “One rock ‘n’ roll ballad
sounded just like the other, and the basic theme and appeal were sex, which Elvis lays on with the subtlety of a bulldozer in mating season, you might say. He
is Mr. Overstatement himself. He has to knock himself and his audience out at every beat.”
Elvis’ appearance in Toronto was credited, in the Toronto Telegram, to the efforts of Leaside’s Carol Vanderleck, who mailed off a petition with 2,443
signatures asking him to perform here. The Star suggested responsibility rested with another fan, Shirley Harris, who with the aid of a local radio show
collected 2,000 signatures of her own. And it was widely reported in the Canadian press that, on a per-percentage basis, Elvis received more fan mail from
Canada than from anywhere else. But it was Vanderleck who Colonel Tom Parker, Elvis’s manager, called personally to announce an upcoming concert at
Maple Leaf Gardens.
With one hit song after another through 1956, Elvis skyrocketed in popularity and, Jerry Hopkins suggests in Elvis: A Biography (Warner Books, 1971), Parker
was loathe to continue to give his star property away for free on television. So Parker organized a money-making tour in the spring of 1957, starting in
Chicago and including stops in Fort Wayne, St. Louis, Philadelphia, and Buffalo. His appearances in Toronto and Ottawa on this tour—and a subsequent
engagement in Vancouver later that summer—would be Elvis’ only live performance outside of the United States in his career.
Elvis had only released his first single, “That’s All Right,” four years earlier; his popularity exploded rapidly, with numerous television appearances and
Hollywood films in 1956 and early 1957. Still 10 months away from being drafted into the army, Elvis was at the peak of his early career. Everywhere he made
a personal appearance, bedlam ensued.
“It generated coverage, controversy, and cash, and from nearly every point of view could not fail to be accounted a success,” Scotty Moore, a member of Elvis’
backing band, recalled of the March–April 1957 tour. “But if anything was needed to confirm the Colonel’s growing conviction that this was a phenomenon that
had orbited out of control…this tour served to do it… [I]t was becoming increasingly impossible even to do the show.”
The first in line for tickets when they went on sale on March 20 was a 13-year-old boy, who showed up at 5:45 a.m.; the Maple Leaf Gardens box office didn’t
open until 10 a.m. With prices ranging from $1.25 to $3.50 a seat, tickets sold out within 48 hours. Elvis and his handlers quickly agreed to a second show: the
tickets that had already sold would be honoured for a 9 p.m. show, and a 6 p.m. performance would be added.
The first major rock ‘n’ roll event in Toronto had come almost a year before, when Bill Haley and his Comets performed at Maple Leaf Gardens. But where
Haley—a jovial and portly singer approaching middle age—might’ve been accepted as relatively innocuous, for moralizing politicians, preachers, and parents,
Presley represented a dangerous new youth culture.
Canadian critics, like American critics before them, commented on his suggestive stage movements; his noisy (to older ears) fusion of country and rhythm and
blues; and, most importantly, on the response the hearthrob singer provoked among his young fans.
Journalist Barbara Moon gave Toronto religious leaders free reign to vent about Elvis in Maclean’s (July 7, 1956). Jan Scott, religious columnist for the
Toronto Telegram, insisted that teenagers who listened to rock ‘n’ roll would inevitably regret it once they realized “the whole business of pleasure-seeking
and self-indulgence was a mockery and a sham.” Reverend W.G. McPherson of the Evangel Temple proclaimed that rock played on emotions “like the music
of the heathen in Africa.”
“Elvis Presley is a vulgar, tasteless amateur!” exclaimed Rudolf Bing, general manager of the Metropolitan Opera Company, who happened to be visiting
Toronto in late March. He was pressed by Toronto reporters about whether there was at least something entertaining about Elvis’ on-stage antics. “No,” he
sternly insisted. “I find this no laughing matter. It is a desperate state of affairs when you consider millions of youngsters being brought up on horror comics
Presley didn’t do himself any favours in the face of critics claiming a link between the singer and juvenile delinquency when he got into an altercation on a
Memphis street a few weeks before the show. While signing autographs, Elvis was confronted by an 18-year-old U.S. Marine alleging the singer had bumped
the soldier’s wife months earlier. Guileless, Elvis pulled out a Hollywood prop pistol, and with a broad grin on his face exclaimed: “I’ll blow your brains out, you
‘It was all a misunderstanding,” Presley explained after the matter was resolved amicably through a Memphis judge’s mediation. “We’re both sorry it happened.
I thought he and his buddies were trying to beat me up.” However minor, the widely reported incident served to underline the danger Elvis and his rock ‘n’ roll
ilk posed to North America’s youth.
While the Telegram, for its part, initiated the Elvis Suppresley Club, there were among the Toronto media those who defended the singer and his teenage
fans. “There is far too much gratuitous insult handed out these days to young people regarding what they like or don’t like, and the guilt-by-association
technique had been over-used already on the many decent youngsters who genuinely like Presley even to the point of imitating his haircut,” Globe and Mail
columnist Scott Young wrote thoughtfully, placing Elvis within a longer history of youth culture and mothers who’d swooned over Rudy Vallée (and fathers
sporting coon coats) in their younger years. “And in 20 years, some vital young man with long hair or no hair at all will come along playing a bassoon or a
Tibetan lute and will fill Maple Leaf Gardens with the sons and daughters of the people who will be there to hear Elvis Tuesday night,” he concluded. “And the
veterans of this Elvis recital, away off there in 1977, will sit at home and stare into their coffee cups and wonder what the world is coming to.”
When they finally met him in person—as Star staffer John Beehl did when Elvis kicked off the tour in Chicago in late March—journalists were surprised to
discover a boyish but respectful, soft-spoken young man, who didn’t drink, smoke, or swear, rather than the caricature described at so many pulpits.
“If I thought I was contributing to juvenile delinquency or causing anybody to go astray,” Elvis said when a Canadian reporter gave him an opportunity to
answer his critics, “I’d go back to driving a truck.” Of his provocative performances, he added: “When I start to sing I’m carried away, I spread my feet apart,
pick the guitar, and the rhythm carries me from there. I can’t help movin’ around. It’s the way I sing.”
In the weeks leading up to Elvis’s arrival, the Toronto press carried dozens of stories on Elvis and his local fans. The Star visited the kids of Presley Avenue in
Scarborough. “Kids keep asking me all the time if I really live on Presley Ave.,” one 14-year-old resident and Elvis fan commented. “When I tell them I do, they
practically swoon. ‘Oh I wish I lived on Presley Ave.’ they say.’” The Globe and Mail featured a photo of two East York teens, Helen Hagen and Judi Reilly, who’
d composed a song in Elvis’s honour. Radio stations held contests for the chance for young listeners to meet Elvis in person.
The Star dispatched Don Carlson to Memphis to pen a three-part biographical profile of the singer, recounting his rise from Memphis truck driver to rock ‘n’ roll
sensation in less than four years. Carlson was astonished by the money-making yield of what he dubbed “Elvis Incorporated.” Selling records at a rate of a
million per month, he said, earned Elvis about $1 million in royalties annually from his record deal with RCA Victor, television appearances added $100,000
per year, and personal appearances another $25,000 per week. Hollywood commitments added between $100,000 to $250,000 per movie on a three-films-
per-year contract. Carlson further cited conservative estimates that consumers spent $25 million each year on products bearing the singer’s likeness—such
as scarves, busts, shirts, pyjamas, and lunchboxes—and Elvis-endorsed products like cosmetics and soda pop.
Prior to the 6 p.m. show, perched on a table in a concrete room in the bowels of Maple Leaf Gardens, Presley chatted with the journalists who were there to
cover his performance. Wearing an open-collar silver metallic silk shirt and a red suede jacket, he impressed most of them with his natural charm, humour, and
ease at responding to questions about his critics, his love life, his taste in women, and his multi-faceted career—which most reporters in attendance assumed
would be over in short order.
Had he ever thought of becoming a doctor or psychiatrist, one journalist asked. “I haven’t thought about becoming a psychiatrist, but I’ve often thought of
going to one,” came his quick-witted response. Asked about formal musical technique, Elvis playfully conceded: “I don’t know anything about music—in my line
I don’t need to.” He admitted to experiencing regular stage fright, despite the crowd’s howling enthusiasm. “It’s the waiting part that gets me,” he told one
reporter. “It’s not so bad once I’ve done the first couple of numbers. But I’m never completely at ease.”
Other reporters, while undeniably impressed by Presley, thought his charm dangerous. “After seeing Elvis in action the question is not what’s going to happen
to the teen-age squealers who undoubtedly will recover their equilibria, but what will become of this Bible-reading, non-smoking, non-drinking boy who is so
good to his mother,” the Star‘s Angela Burke pondered after the press conference. “For the trouble with Elvis, from this observer’s view,” she added, “is young
Mr. Presley’s complete lack of naiveté. Even the way he handles himself in a press conference, parrying questions sometimes with humor, and sometimes with
remarkable innuendo, is a shocker when one considers his age.”
Out in the arena, the crowd grew restive sitting through a half dozen opening acts. An hour-long revue featuring tap dancer Frankie Trent, singer Pat Kelly,
standup comic Rex Marlowe, and banjo player Jimmy James culminated in a chorus of boos for Irish tenor Frankie Connors. Only a solo set by the
Jordanaires, Elvis’s backup singers, was well-received by the impatient audience.
After a 20-minute intermission, when the house lights dimmed and a local disc jockey announced Elvis’s imminent arrival on-stage, the crowd shrieked at top
volume for 30 seconds straight. “From there on the Gardens,” the Globe and Mail recorded the scene, “from floor level to the highest tier, became a din of
shrieks, whistles, feet-stomping and handclapping, lit by the chain lightning of amateur photographers’ flash bulbs.”
But, having broken a guitar string or hit himself in the eye with a microphone (accounts vary), Presley was further delayed en route to the stage. “Elvis doesn’t
think you’re making enough noise,” came another announcement over the PA system, and the thunderous cheers from the crowd grew louder still. When he
finally emerged on stage—dressed in the famous Nudie Cohn-designed gold lamé suit he’d introduced at the start of the tour—the ear-splitting noise
prevented any one from hearing Elvis actually sing. “It was Presley a la pantomime all the way,” the Globe and Mail reported, “but nobody seemed to mind.”
“Up and down the stage he goes, dragging the mike like a captive, undulating, shouting feverishly,” wrote organist Charles Peaker, who attended the concert
at the invitation of the Star. “He freezes, the orchestra stops—he glares at the audience like one in a hypnotic trance, then he leaps, gives tongue, and starts
to dislocate his golden legs again.” Providing the most colourful descriptions of Elvis’ performance carried in the Toronto press, Peaker continued: “Then his
face sets, his lips curl back and seizing the mike by the scruff of the neck he prowls up and down the platform, snarling, and driving his worshippers crazy.”
Whenever Presley smiled seductively to one section of the audience or stretched out his arm towards another, the affected spectators erupted with ecstatic
screams. His guitar was more prop than musical instrument. “At times he even balances on both toes with his knees forward, hips wiggling and chest thrown
out,” reporter Joe Scanlon recalled. “The position appears physically impossible to hold, but Elvis manages to stay that way for 15 or 20 seconds.” None of the
stage movements were choreographed or ever the same from concert to concert, which caused problems for his backup singers. “So we’d be watching,” one
of the Jordanaires, Gordon Stoker, recalled of this tour in Hopkins’ biography of Elvis, “and we’d be watching so hard we’d blow the part, we’d forget to come in
with the ‘ooooowahhhh’ and he’d turn around and give us the lip—you know the way he moves the left side of his mouth in a cocky sneer—of he’d say
something like ‘oh yeah?’ or ‘sumbitch.’”
Among those 23,000 who attended Elvis’s Toronto concerts were several local celebrities including TV comedians Wayne and Shuster—who characterized
Elvis as “sort of an E.P. Taylor with sideburns”—and Toronto Symphony Orchestra conductor Walter Susskind. “I feel that Mr. Elvis Presley is everything he is
reported to be,” Susskind summarized. “Unfortunately, I could hardly hear him, so I cannot comment myself further.” A contingent from the Toronto Town Jazz
Club attended “out of curiosity.” “What a horrible experience,” club president and jazz critic Dave Caplan complained. “I came to find out what all the noise
about Presley is about; and that’s just what it all amounted to—a lot of noise.”
Evelyn Dumas, a twenty-something from Saskatchewan working for a Toronto family, was gifted a front row ticket by her employer. Slightly older than the
majority of the teenage audience, she nevertheless gave in to girlish exuberance: “Although I was never one to do it—he walked on that stage, pointed his
finger, began singing—and I screamed, just as loud as the rest of the girls in the audience that night! I was spellbound.”
Elvis performed most of his hits, all except “Blue Suede Shoes.” He treated the audience to “Heartbreak Hotel,” “Don’t Be Cruel,” “Love Me,” “Too
Much,” “That’s When Your Heartaches Begin,” and “All Shook Up”—which would be the number one record on the very first CHUM chart on May 27,
1957—as well as some lesser known songs like the not-yet-released “One Night,” and “Butterfly,” which he never formally recorded.
As raucous as the gathering appeared, members of Elvis’s entourage told Toronto journalists that “the whooping and hollering and shenanigans just didn’t
compare to what they had seen in other cities.” Just the night before, in Buffalo, a woman had clutched the singer until a blow from a policeman’s club broke
Toronto police, under the command of District Chief George Elliott, took no chance of a repeat, stationing as many as 125 uniformed police officers around
the arena to spot trouble before it started. “Whenever a youngster bounced up in his seat a policeman would reach over and plunk him down again,” the Star
‘s Scanlon observed. “This sometimes gave the Gardens the appearance of a large jack-in-the-box but it seemed to have the desired effect.” Two young
female fans were ejected that night when they rushed the stage. In addition, the Globe and Mail noted “a scattering of fainting women.”
Surveying the scene from the back of the stage, Elliott, satisfied that the crowd was well-behaved, was seen tapping his foot to the music. “I’m a bit of a Presley
fan myself,” he later told the press. “They were a good bunch,” Elliott said of the audience, which avoided the ugly scenes witnessed elsewhere at Presley
performances—like that in Vancouver several months later, when the concert was cut short because the crowd rushed the stage.
The most difficult task of the night for police was clearing the arena after the early concert so that those with tickets for the 9 p.m. show could take their seats.
In between performances Elvis rested backstage, lying down in his dressing room for a period and meeting some lucky fans, including Vanderleck and Harris,
whose petitions had led to the concerts in the first place. Meanwhile, clean-up men filled and carried away boxes and boxes of used flashbulbs collected from
the arena floor.
The early show proved to be the last time Elvis wore the full gold lamé suit. His performance style, regularly dropping to his knees, had quickly worn down the
gold on the front of the pants. Other than that detail, the second show went much the same as the first. With 15,000 fans now jammed into Maple Leaf
Gardens (the largest audience to that point in Elvis’ career) the crowd’s hollering once again drowned out the singer and his musicians. As he neared the end
of another hour-long performance, Elvis was drenched in sweat, his hair disshelved. One reporter in attendance likened him to “a kid staggering after a tough
He closed the show with “Hound Dog,” repeating chorus after chorus a dozen or more times in a growing crescendo. And then, an instant after the last notes
were played, he was gone. For his own safety, Elvis never did encores or lingered at the venue. Before the audience could react—still hopeful there’d be a
curtain call—he bolted off-stage and into a waiting car. “I’ll bet that guitar hadn’t hit the stage from his hand by the time he was shooting through the door,”
one Toronto police officer observed. “His fast disappearance made it a lot easier for us.”
As hundreds of onlookers began swarming the service entrance on the north side of Maple Leaf Gardens, Elvis was in a taxi, bound for Union Station. Squads
of police officers had been dispatched to the King Edward Hotel expecting, like most of Elvis’s fans, that the singer would return there. By the time they all
realized he wasn’t coming back, he was on a train to Ottawa, where he played another doubleheader the next day before returning to the United States.