I’ve been listening to a lot of Elvis lately. The all Elvis satellite radio station blares in my car most mornings, much to Julia’s dismay. After dropping her off I often indulge more in Elvis the religion, the god. I get pumped listening to Suspicious Minds, I listen to the testimonials of people touched by The King, whether a lei or a lay, that play in between medly’s, live performances from Vegas, and interviews with this soft-spoken, sweet humble sounding man with a cute, giggly laugh.
Sure, he’s a little before my time. When I was growing up he started growing into that big white rhinestone studded jumpsuit on his ever-expanding pelvis. Except for that 1968 special when he wore that black leather outfit. http://www.allmusic.com/album/nbc-tv-special-68-comeback-mw0000654106. I remember that jumpsuit to this day because he looked so damn hot. But I feel like need to pay tribute to The King, to make up for lost time. Especially now that getting ready for work each morning feels more and more like I’m slipping into my own too tight jumpsuit and cape. But since I never made a get to, I am not exactly sure how to make a come back.