Elvis Presley – STUCK ON YOU In STEREO – 1960

Introduction

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“Stuck on You” is a song by Elvis Presley, released on March 23, 1960, marking his return to the music scene after a two-year stint in the U.S. Army. The track was recorded in March 1960 at RCA Victor’s Nashville studio.

Written by Aaron Schroeder and J. Leslie McFarland, “Stuck on You” showcases a blend of rock and roll and blues influences. The song achieved significant success, reaching number one on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart in late April 1960, ending Percy Faith’s nine-week run at the top with “Theme from A Summer Place.” It also peaked at number six on the R&B chart and number three in the UK.

The recording features Elvis Presley on lead vocals and acoustic rhythm guitar, accompanied by Scotty Moore (lead guitar), D.J. Fontana (drums), Hank Garland (six-string “tic-tac” bass guitar), Bob Moore (double bass), Floyd Cramer (piano), Buddy Harman (drums), and backing vocals from The Jordanaires.

The single’s picture sleeve highlighted “ELVIS” in large red letters and included the statement: “Elvis’ 1st new recording for his 50,000,000 fans all over the world,” referencing his previous hits compilation.

“Stuck on You” stands as a testament to Elvis Presley’s enduring appeal, bridging his military hiatus with a song that resonated across various music charts and audiences

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