From the fronticepiece: "So Elvis Presley came, strumming a weird guitar and wagging his tail across the continent, ripping off fame and fortune as he scrunched his way, and, like a latter-day Johnny Appleseed, sowing seeds of a new rhythm and style in the white souls of the white youth of America, whose inner hunger and need was no longer satisfied with the antiseptic white shoes and whiter songs of Pat Boone. 'You can't do nothng,' sang Elvis to Pat boone's white shoes, 'but don't you step on my Blue Suede shoes!' " -Eldridge Cleaver
Soul on Ice