Okay, so the title is both an exaggeration and a reversal of proper chronology. Wanda Jackson is a huge Elvis fan, as evidenced by her one of her most recent releases, I Remember Elvis, but I couldn’t resist the quip since nearly all writing about Wanda Jackson contains the diminishing compliment, “the female Elvis”.
Personally, I listen to her more and get much more enjoyment from her sound than I do Elvis’ oeuvre. (Also, please note that she could really play the guitar from the very beginning of her career.) The comparison also misses the deeper country and western influence, nowhere more evident than on the song, “I Gotta Know” which almost comically accents the twang on “thang” and “rang” (ring).
She’s still touring; I guess that’s one of the benefits of being a hard working musician over a worldwide icon. Try to sit still through the song’s bounce and her tight little jig around the stage. Granted, she doesn’t have the smoldering sexy that pre-Rx bloat Elvis had, but her pin-up beauty and spitfire confidence go a long way in cultivating a wholly different brand of star presence. She should have garnered bigger fame in her time, but has to instead settle for a devoted following and a belated critical resurrection.