Sexy was born in Tupelo, Mississippi on January 8, 1935Yes, I love Elvis. Fifties Elvis, Cheesy movie star sixties Elvis and early seventies makin’ a comeback Elvis. And while I would have happily shared a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich with the late seventies Elvis, I am most definitely a fan of the awesomeness that was pre-1974 Elvis.
I don’t even remember when I had NOT heard of Elvis Presley. I’m pretty sure my parents liked Elvis, but I mostly remember Abba and The Carpenters as my childhood soundtrack. I do remember that every time I saw an old Elvis performances on T.V., I just could not take my eyes off the man. Elvis just exuded cool and sexiness without even trying. No fancy dancers in the back, no blinged out producer in the background, no publicist, it was just him, his guitar, that sneer and those legs that appeared to have a slight hint of epilepsy and restless legs syndrome.
Happy Birthday to the first Hillbilly to make my loins a quiver….
(It's so wrong that I got goosebumps while I watched the Elvis montage below. Seriously. If I could go back in time, I would have bought some property and become an Elvis groupie.)
7 comments:
*sigh*
He was absolutely amazing.
And one of a kind.
I loved Elvis openly until I was told by one of my radical friends that I couldn't love the E man and be a proud African woman at the same time based on his (msytical)knowledge of Elvis' habits and beliefs. It was a sad day in Muddville, I tell ya, but I've secretly still felt the juices flow when watching his movies - my favorite is that cowboy movie where he died in the end- OMG. Was it "Love Me Tender"? Did you know that he sang Teddy Bear to me? Each and every time he sang it.
There is no doubt, even straight men like me, still think Elvis's a damn fine looking guy. Oh why was I not born looking like that, life is just unfair.
Oh Elvis...ha cha cha cha. 1956 Elvis. That's what I'm talking about.
Have you ever seen "Bubba Ho Tep"? Read "Last Train to Memphis" in November for my Roots of Rock & Roll class -- fascinating stuff about someone I'd always viewed as a overblown pop icon.
Young Elvis is smokin but bloated Elvis, not so much.
i loved elvis and still do pretty much. i remember the day he died and what i was watching on television. i locked myself in my room and cried for days, while playing his music non-stop! aaahhh, those were the days!!
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