...I almost forgot! Today's is Elvis' birthday! I had to be reminded when my mother and father told me so. Shame on me!
Salute to the King. If you don't know by now, I sorta really like Elvis. I have a whole family room that is becoming his place--one giant Kitschy tribute to the big guy. You might call it tacky, but I call it Graceland.
It all started with the jukeboxes (where I discovered that he really could get ya rocking), but the Elvis lamps cemented it. Now the Elvis Room, joins the Cowboy Room (and bathroom and mudroom) and the "It's Raining Cats and Dogs" front entry way.
But I digress. I was to talk about Elvis. He would have been 72 today. I love his music. I love his flamboyance. I love that he really did have talent--as opposed to a lot of celebrities today. I love that he has remained a cultural icon and that he came from nothing in a way that was fresh and different and not at all scripted.
In a day and age when success springs as much from buzz as from product, he represents another time and place when things were not so slick. Except for his hair. His hair was slick. Like patent leather. Loved that hair, loved that lip.
Now back to the world of--as I call it--Kid Lit. (see 2 posts down, from several days ago).