I'm an Elvis fan. My love for him is deep, smooth and irrational. I don't judge this love too much nor am I quite sure I understand why I'm so taken with the King. Go to Graceland. I went on my way to New York last year and am not quite sure i've ever recovered from this experience.
I did not have high hopes for the childhood home but was nonetheless let down. War profiteering, I tell you. Here is everything you need to know about this place so that you can avoid it.
After playing at the country fair way back when, Elvis drove by his former house only to find that the house and surrounding land were for sale. Elvis donated the money to the city so that they would make the land into a park. Some years after Elvis died, someone bought some cheap imitation period furniture, moved a small pentacostal church onto the property (that Elvis maybe went), pilfered what artifacts weren't good enough for Graceland and created this museum.
The only thing worthwhile was the tour guide in the house. Her entire spiel last about four minutes. I'm going to paraphase it for you. She sounded like a female version of the Tom Anderson character from Beavis and Butthead.
"Elvis came and played at the Tupelo county fair. I was there and screaming like all the other girls. I couldn't tell you one song that he played but I do remember that he had a black silk shirt with big sleeves. If I saw him today I'd scream just the same."
"did you ever get to meet Elvis?"
"I'm not sure I'd be capable of that."
Adorable.
W
Update from Logan:
I can't keep up with my bloggin' compatriot
Elvis at 13
The church they moved from somewhere...
July 5, 2010
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Omfg... a little old lady named Marge once asked me to play 'Strokin' on the jukebox at work. She couldn't figure out how to work the machine. She also couldn't figure out how I knew her name. Every time she came in and I said her name, it seemed to surprise and upset her. She's the kinda broad that can sit in a bar, hunchback and all, chain smoke, be real sassy, and get showered with free drinks from all kinds of men, and then yell at them 'WHY WOULD YOU DOOOOO THAT? IM NOT GONNA DOOOO ANYTHING WITH YOU!!' I've seen it happen a few times. If she comes into a bar near you, she will try to order a Sam Adams, but really she wants a Genessee Cream Ale in a can. She might also forget, but she also wants to hear Dr. CC, clearly also by Clarence Carter. She can really get a bar bumpin.
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