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Happy Birthday

...to Elvis. I know it's today because it was announced on the Morning Edition on NPR this morning. They usually only acknowledge the birthdays of those still living, but today they made an exception. Who knows. He recreated himself once before—he could always try again.

Elvis' recreation was one that didn't work so well, when he went from convulsing pop icon to fat and overly flamboyant Vegas guy. Some people can pull off a recreation. John Travolta did it. So did Madonna, but it doesn't work for everyone. Sometimes you just have to accept your era of fame and hand the next era over to the new sensation. Otherwise, you might find yourself portrayed on stretched velvet.

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dive said…
Elvis is alive and well, young Robyn.

And he did make a pretty good comeback in '68.
Though he then re-branded himself as a role model for the modern American by gorging on junk food until he almost burst.

I think I'm going to dig out my Sun 78s when I get home. I fancy dancing around the room to "That's All Right, Mama".
9:47 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
So dive, what to you wear whenever you dance around the room - not an Elvis suit?
10:50 AM
dive said…
Now you've done it, Rich.
I Waaaaaant one!!!!!!
3:58 PM
Mrs. G. said…
I'm with Dive. Elvis is not dead. I saw him at 7-11 yesterday.
8:32 PM
Anonymous said…
I have the Reader's Digest collection of Elvis hits which M.B has put on itunes so I can listen to him whenever I want. He was gorgeous when he was young - don't think anyone has looked as good in black leather ever since!
Welcome home Robyn and Happy New Year!
12:10 AM
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