Hard to believe that 33 years ago today the King of Rock and Roll was found dead and bloated on the bathroom floor.
A hip guy who was born in a shot gun shack in Tupelo MS in 1935 rose to fame under the carnival huckster of a handler Col.Tom Parker.
The evolution of the Elvis has been the topic of books and movies theres Elvis fan fiction theres well actually..Elvis everything.
There is a part of me that really hates how he has become the Americana cliche’. The impersonators the polyester women with the fanny packs and camel toes huffin up his driveway every year to wander around the Memorial Gardens.
Elvis Presley Blvd in Memphis saddens me. Its just a wreck its so.. wrong.
Elvis Presley is a legend. And with all things there is exploitation, I try not to listen.
While working and living on EP property it was pretty tough to stomach the lack of reverence.
Did these people not fucking realize they’re in Elvis’s home? With corn dog breath and sweat stained clothing they schlepped through a house that should never have been opened to the public to begin with.
How many artists can you actually chose a decade to be a fan of? The Sun Sessions? The 68 Comeback? The Vegas Days?
I can honestly say I’m a fan of every one of them. I can find moments of glory in each one. From “Baby Lets Play House’ to “Polk Salad Annie”
Was there crap? Yup loads of it.
Was there drama and scandal? Yup
But was there music? Legendary music that once you take down the Elvis bedspread in your black velvet Elvis shrine home and listen.
Chills.
They say he went to young. Actually no. He went just right.
No one leaves this earth untimely, just not understood.
So today I’m going to put on my Elvis t-shirt, tease up my hair, blacken my eyes and go see Slayer
Cuz its all rock and roll.
Thanks King, for helping it happen