I remembered when I bought my first Elvis record in 1956 which was quite unusual for the rest of Europe, because Elvis became famous only very later. But I lived in a zone in Germany, which was occupied by American soldiers and therefore had heard it at the radio. All my friends loved his music and so did I. He was not at all my idol as a man, there the tastes drifted, I even didn't like him at all, he seemed so colorless to me (!) With my new record, at that time a big round thing (78t) I listened to his music whenever I had time.
My parents found this music awful and my father wondered how I could listen to this "nigger music" the whole day, although I have to say they have never been racists, it was just an expression. There also our tastes drifted In 1956 I just learned English and couldn't understand the words and the meaning of one of my favourite songs the only thing which I kept in mind was ... "we drifted apart" I don't even remember in which song it was.
When I moved to Brussels with my parents, I forgot about Elvis and listened more to french singing imitators. When Elvis died, of course his songs were played everywhere and I suddenly remembered my first record and the most wonderful thing happened, I understood the words and the meaning of ... "we drifted apart" !