Squirrel and peanut butter sandwich
Tweet Elvis died 30 years ago today. His overworked colon ruptured trying to squeeze out one final squirrel flavoured turd. Not really knowing or caring much about 'the king' I only know this because the news channels carried pictures of a vigil where grotesque oul' bats sweated on bandy deck chairs in the Memphis heat. They were mostly encrusted in sequins. They were all overweight. The things I associate with Elvis are bizzare and unnatural. Fat oul' ones, burgers, aliens, plastic figurines, psychics, small furry animals on baps; this is the cultural detritus that has accumulated around his memory. Most of it is the stuff that many people find repellent about America. Elvis was a totemic icon of bloated wastefulness, a walking carbon footprint the size of a small country. His head is a cliche, a universal symbol of 'weird' America, and even if his music is good I can't listen to it objectively. I can't stop seeing him and his freaky quiff and that creepy Elvis voice that sounds like an Elvis impersonation because everyone does Elvis impersonations, and some of them probably sound more like Elvis than Elvis. The song I'm putting up here is a really interesting cover version of suspicious minds. Its sung by My Morning Jacket. The Elvis version is a ropey and bejeweled Vegas sweat-fest and I hate it. The lyrics are really interesting though, and MMJ's keening and reverb-heavy country style allows you listen closely to the lyrics without automatically visualising a fat man in a jump-suit. Its good! Maybe MMJ should do more Elvis covers so I can find out if they are good songs or not.
Posted by Gardenhead
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