Today would be Elvis Presley’s 75th birthday. I never forget. I have previously acknowledged my family’s interest/obsession with him.
My sister has loved Elvis since she was a little girl. She bought all of his records, saw his movies, drove 700 miles to Graceland, probably still dreams of him. I don’t think she has a velvet painting of him, but then again. . . .
My mother-in-law may be one of his oldest, truest fans. She keeps Elvis Presley gospel music playing full amp in the Assisted Living facility where she lives. (If you’re in Charleston, you can probably track her if you put down your car window.) She wants to attend a concert by her favorite Elvis tribute artist for her 90th birthday. (I think an impersonator performs a truck shops, tribute artists at larger venues. )
We don’t remember Son paying much attention to EP music, but several years ago he created this Elvis interpretation:
Yes, those are pills outlining the windows.
Son’s house is not the only place family members may worship at the Elvis altar. The Dude son-in-law has his own tongue-in-cheek shrine to Elvis, a collection he has assembled from art fairs and galleries. Here are a couple:
When our first grandson was born, I made a special quilt I thought appropriate for the times his daddy carried him around in public. A manly look. It had a caricature of Elvis in the middle and the verse on the binding began: Hush little baby, don’t get the blues…Papa’s gonna buy you some blue suede shoes….”
For the little guy’s first Halloween, there was no question as to what his costume should be.
I have no Elvis art, no CD’s, no Elvis shrines, no Elvis allegiance,so how is it that I never forget his birthday? Because it’s the day after mine. NPR didn’t forget either. If the sight of a pink Cadillac reminds you of Elvis instead of Mary Kay Cosmetics, you might enjoy their Elvis tribute.
Good golly, Miss Molly, it’s enough to get you All Shook Up!