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I was introduced to Elvis when I was about 3
years old. The girl across the street, Linda, was 3 years older
than me, and my best friend. She was the youngest of 6 kids, and
her older sisters were die hard Elvis fans. I thought boys
except for Superman were yucky, and couldn't understand this Elvis
thing. Then, a few years later, she took me to my first Elvis
movie. Girls, Girls, Girls. I changed my tune so fast, it
would have made your head spin. Here I was all of 7, playing
Elvis records, on my Mickey Mouse record player. I was consumed
with Elvis.
Growing up in the abusive dysfunctional place
I called 'home', Elvis offered me an escape. I could turn up the
music real loud, drown out the screaming, and fantasize that he was
singing to me, about me, and for me. He will always have a hold
on me.
There was a program called million
dollar movie, and it would show the same movie, 3 times a night, every
night in the week. Well, I saw Love Me Tender, Loving You, King
Creole, Kid Galahad, and a few others that way, and it was heaven.
Just laying on the bare wood floor, inches away from the television
was magic. I knew every line, every nuance. It was
the same with his music. I have to admit, I liked his older
music better, but I did enjoy singing along with Fun in Acapulco,
Follow that Dream, and Kissin Cousins. Let's face it. I
loved Elvis.
When the Beatles hit
the USA, my girlfriends at school all went crazy for John or Paul or
George. Except for Adele. She had an older sister, and she
loved Elvis too. The two of us started a club or campaign to
"Bring Back the King" and forget about the Beatles. Yeah, well,
we were young. The campaign ended abruptly when Elvis went and
got married. I haven't seen Adele in years, but we never really
got hooked on the Beatles. (This WindChime was made by a good
friend of mine Mirage, and adopted through a great Elvis group on the
net.Go see her awesome site -
Globetopia)
I I went through the usual teenage
angst, but turn it up a few thousand notched because of the abuse at home, and Elvis
wasn't recording any chartbusters for 13 year olds. Elvis took
back burner while the antiwar movement and Woodstock Nation was in the
forefront. But he was always on my mind.
When I heard the news that he had been
found dead, I just couldn't believe it. He was playing a concert
not far from my house in a week. He was so young. How
could Elvis be dead?' The pictures I saw weren't the Elvis I
remembered a few years back. He was in great shape then, but a
lot had changed while I wasn't watching.
I'll always think of Elvis as the young
vibrant, full of life Elvis. Paying attention to him could block out the worst of
arguments around the house. I have all his masters on CD, and I
played them for my son when he was a baby. He knows, and reveres
the King of Rock & Roll.
I have a picture of him singing
along to the '68 Comeback Special. Elvis transcends time. I'll
have to post it here.
I've started an Elvis Album on the next
page.
I adopted Elvis at Adopt a Celebrity
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