Today is Elvis' birthday. I didn't remember until I saw some Memory-Lane shows on TV. But it did remind me of my fascination with him.
When I was little (like kindergarten) I remembered hearing the rumors that Elvis was still alive and hiding somewhere. Well, my dad had dark hair and he liked to sing Elvis' songs. So, naturally, I was convinced that my dad was Elvis in disguise. (Wouldn't that have been awesome? Money problems, Schmoney problems!)
A couple years later I realized that I had been a bit silly, especially when I realized the age difference between the superstar and my father. Elvis and my grandmother (Gramma) went to the same high school in Memphis, but she was a few years older than him, so he wasn't in any of her yearbooks. I got past the idea of Dad being Elvis and then my crush on Elvis began.
In high school I made an idiot of myself. I know, all of you that knew me then are thinking, "Which time?" For those of you that didn't know me then, I was a bit...boisterous in high school. In choir one day we were talking about Elvis. I don't remember why. But, I was not sitting in my seat like I was supposed to be (surprise, surprise) and when the choir teacher asked why so many people love Elvis, I volunteered an answer. The problem was that as I was answering, I was running back to my chair so I wouldn't get in trouble and I bounced on the seat and it made me emphasize my statement more than I intended. So, when the teacher asked why so many people love Elvis I yelled out, "Because he's SOOO fine!" bouncing into my seat on the word "so." Does that make any sense? I'm sure everyone thought I was just being way loud, but truthfully, my haste to avoid punishment bounced the answer out of me a bit louder than anticipated. Like I said, a bit boisterous.
If I knew how to put songs on my blog I'd totally fill your head with Elvis this evening. Love Me Tender was the first movie I ever cried during. My children rock out to Little Less Conversation. And I own a set of Elvis trading cards that my grandparents brought back from Memphis when they went to visit my great aunt once.
Happy birthday, Elvis.
4 comments:
Ah! Elvis...he sure was handsome and so talented!
My brother just recently developped a fascination for Elvis : he just loves the guy!
I think he's awesome as well.
Happy birthday Elvis!
And every time Elvis comes up in conversation, I try to precisely mimic your exact phrasing and cadence as I say, "because he's Soooo fine".
I think you said that in Madres, not concert choir; but I heard about it in the hallways afterwards.
:)
Happy Birthday Elvis.
I remember wanting to marry Elvis for the longest time and I cried sooo hard when Dad told me he was dead. It truly broke my heart. I think every time Cody thinks of Elvis he thinks of Peter and the skit of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat for church!
Elvis... who? Never heard of this guy... :)
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