the king is fucking dead, fat man on his throne, dead in his piss, thats how Im gonna go
A friend of mine posted a tirade on his Live Journal about the hooplah surrounding the 25th anniversary of the King. In some ways I agree with him. He died 25 years ago today, bloated and strung out, straining on the can. He made himself a legend singing other peoples songs. His writers were the ones who influenced everyone. Earlier this year, the writer of Hound Dog died, and I cant remember his name. That's so wrong, but that's history for you.
That said, I still fucking love Elvis. When I was a baby, my mother used to sing his songs while putting me to sleep. I get called Elvis at the grocery store at least once a week. Im not just as fan of his early years. That attitude sucks. Fucking, In The Ghetto, dude, the concept of that song being sung by a fat, bloated white guy in a rhinestone jumpsuit and matching cape in Las Vegas, thats downright obscene in the greatest way possible. He shot one of his TVs when Robert Goulet appeared on the screen. I'd love to do that. He did karate. He starred in some of the worst movies ever made. He had a jungle room. A JUNGLE ROOM!! What sane person has a jungle room? His sole heir became a Scientologist. He was a drug addict with an official DEA badge issued by Richard Nixon. His latter days are the epitome of the rocknroll skumbag lifestyle. Elvis was the king, and tonight when Im swilling malt liquor on the trestle or drinking PBR at the Skinny, or whatever the fuck Im doing, Ill be paying tribute to him, in all his gaudy glory.
A friend of mine posted a tirade on his Live Journal about the hooplah surrounding the 25th anniversary of the King. In some ways I agree with him. He died 25 years ago today, bloated and strung out, straining on the can. He made himself a legend singing other peoples songs. His writers were the ones who influenced everyone. Earlier this year, the writer of Hound Dog died, and I cant remember his name. That's so wrong, but that's history for you.
That said, I still fucking love Elvis. When I was a baby, my mother used to sing his songs while putting me to sleep. I get called Elvis at the grocery store at least once a week. Im not just as fan of his early years. That attitude sucks. Fucking, In The Ghetto, dude, the concept of that song being sung by a fat, bloated white guy in a rhinestone jumpsuit and matching cape in Las Vegas, thats downright obscene in the greatest way possible. He shot one of his TVs when Robert Goulet appeared on the screen. I'd love to do that. He did karate. He starred in some of the worst movies ever made. He had a jungle room. A JUNGLE ROOM!! What sane person has a jungle room? His sole heir became a Scientologist. He was a drug addict with an official DEA badge issued by Richard Nixon. His latter days are the epitome of the rocknroll skumbag lifestyle. Elvis was the king, and tonight when Im swilling malt liquor on the trestle or drinking PBR at the Skinny, or whatever the fuck Im doing, Ill be paying tribute to him, in all his gaudy glory.
london:
Interesting about the king!