Something Wonderful: Okay, some of you didn't all like the fat, dying Elvis. Here's an earlier version, Elvis 2.0
Often imitated. Never duplicated. And strangely gets better the more he recedes into the past. Funny how that works, isn't it?
Sippican knows more and knows the important things:
Sippican Cottage: Still Dead Not Fat Elvis The Fat Elvis costume has become as recognizable as Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Hell, Uncle Sam. It screams: AMERICA. And not fussy America, or political America, or The New York Times Book Review America, either. He's strip mall/chrome fin/corn dog/hayseed/ghetto blaster/swimming hole/fried chicken/AM radio/concrete block church/Vegas whore America. He's the whole ball of earwax in Jesusland.
But I knew Elvis because I knew rockabilly. Elvis Presley arguably invented it; at the very least he personified it before he went Hollywood. He was the sun around which Sun records revolved in the fifties. Long before Elvis become the guy that showed up in adjustable waistbands and spangles, and was Elvis, he was great. Not just great. Important.
Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 15, 2012 11:03 AM