 Here we are, another Tuesday. And what a weird Tuesday it will be for you after reading this post. Of what do you speak Mr. Robin, you ask? Let’s jump right to it, shall we? Friends, do you love Elvis? That’s Presley, not Costello, I’ll talk about him (Costello) later. Again, do you love Elvis? Of course, you do! Especially around Christmas time when songs like “Blue Christmas” and “It’s Christmas Time (Pretty Baby)” done in E’s greasy blues style are being played. Well, they are at my house anyway. In fact, traditionally, “Blue Christmas” is played immediately (and repeatedly) as soon as the table is cleared of Thanksgiving clutter. In fact, give me enough wine to drink and I’ll sing “Blue Christmas” as Elmer Fudd…an event not to be missed. That’s how much I love Elvis and his music. Nothing puts me in more of a Christmas mood than listening to Elvis belt out Christmas tunes, traditional or rockin’. Well, that and free fruitcake. Well, my mood was sapped yesterday by no less a grinch than Fearless Leader himself, who, during a campaign stop in Tupelo, Mississippi (birthplace of the King) told the crowd gathered to hear him that people used to tell him how much he resembled a young Elvis Presley. <sound of crickets making cricket sounds> No, seriously. I was stunned when I heard this. Absolutely stunned. Now, I know many of you who know me on Facebook and even through posts on this blog have heard me compare myself to a young John Wayne, but I’m being facetious, if not ironic. So, I tell myself as I’m watching Fearless Leader make this comparison that he too is trying to be facetious…irony is hopelessly lost on him. But, noooo…I don’t think so. In case you missed it, here is what he said: “I shouldn’t say this, you’ll say that I’m very conceited cause I’m not.” Oh no, Fearless Leader, you narcissistic buffoon, you’re not conceited! No siree, not you. He continued… “But other than the blonde hair, when I was growing up, they said I look like Elvis. Do you see that? Can you believe it?” Excuse me while I go throw up my morning coffee. Oh, but it didn’t end there. Nope. He went to reminisce about seeing Elvis in a concert at the Las Vegas Hilton. As he put it, “…the fans were ripping the place apart, screaming. They were going crazy. And they announced ‘Elvis has left the house…’” But wait, there’s still more. Cue the irony… “If they didn’t say that. I think I’d still be there! Maybe I wouldn’t be here.” Take a deep breath and let that sink in. Go to your happy place. A place where Twitter-prone morons are trapped beneath the rubble that was once the Las Vegas Hilton. Okay, enough with the meditations, back to reality. Of course, he also plugged the fact that the week previous he awarded a posthumous Medal of Freedom to Elvis at The White House. You know, up to that point, I hadn’t considered the award a political stunt, but now I see things differently. Oh yes, I can see clearly now! Let me just say this…Elvis was cool. Elvis defined cool. The dude oozed cool. To this day, I’m not sure there is anyone cooler than Elvis. Nope, not even me and certainly not Fearless Leader. Oh, yeah, regarding the other Elvis (Costello). That Elvis is cool too in own way. After a health scare, he is back recording and going out on the road. That I’m happy to see. Here’s another Elvis Costello fun fact. The Daughter (her name is Veronica) is named for a dog who was named for the Elvis Costello song, “Veronica.” Aren’t you glad you know that? Cousin Fred and I are headed to OKC later today. I have an appointment there early tomorrow morning and can’t have caffeine until afterwards. The thought of driving through the pre-dawn gloom without so much as a cup of coffee is more than I think I can bear. That is all! Comments are closed.
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