#22: Las Vegas Residency
Las Vegas didn’t just welcome Elvis back—it swallowed him whole. When he opened at the International Hotel in July 1969, audiences wept, screamed, and fainted. He performed two shows a night, seven days a week, sweating through bejeweled jumpsuits under blinding lights. It was glorious, exhausting, and unsustainable.

The King became a spectacle—vocal cords still sharp, hips slower, waistline growing. Offstage, he retreated to Graceland’s garish “Jungle Room,” where shag carpet covered the ceiling. Though Vegas revived his career, it also trapped him in a gilded loop of pills, sequins, and endless curtain calls. Each ovation pushed him further into isolation.
