Introduction

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“That’s All Right” is a seminal song in the history of rock and roll, originally penned and performed by American blues artist Arthur “Big Boy” Crudup in 1946. Crudup’s original recording, released in April 1947, laid the groundwork for future interpretations, though it achieved modest commercial success. The song’s lyrics drew inspiration from traditional blues verses first recorded by Blind Lemon Jefferson in 1926.

In July 1954, Elvis Presley, accompanied by his band The Blue Moon Boys—guitarist Scotty Moore and bassist Bill Black—recorded their rendition of “That’s All Right” at Sun Studio in Memphis. This version was notably faster and more upbeat than Crudup’s original, embodying the emerging rockabilly style. Producer Sam Phillips recognized the potential of this interpretation and facilitated its release on July 19, 1954, with “Blue Moon of Kentucky” as the B-side. The single reached number four on Memphis’s local charts, marking a significant milestone in Presley’s burgeoning career.

The impact of Presley’s “That’s All Right” extends beyond regional success; it is frequently cited by critics as one of the earliest examples of rock and roll music. Rolling Stone magazine, in a 2004 article, referred to it as the “first rock-and-roll record.” This track not only propelled Elvis Presley to stardom but also played a pivotal role in shaping the musical landscape of the 1950s and beyond.

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