What can be said, the King of Rock‘n Roll still lives. I guess Elvis will never really die.
A cultural phenom, the first real “American Idol”. It intrigues me, all the attention, all the fan frenzy, even 30 years after his demise. Some reverent and respectful, some bizarre and unhealthy. I wouldn’t even attempt to understand the reasons behind it all. So much talent, so much to live for and so much yet to give. He gave so much pleasure to so many people and they loved him, still do. Yet it seems there was so much anguish in his heart and spirit…so sad.
I loved him too…well, loved his music and I guess, the sweet little boy from Tupelo, Mississippi who never really grew up and literally never grew old. I know that he’s happily raising his voice in joyous song to our Father with the Angelic Choir, and gyrating those hips in his Blue Suede Shoes all over God’s Heaven.
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