Elvis as God

[A rope leash]

This shit has been buggin me since last I saw Elvis.

You know, it’s the theater’s fault for selling booze.

Man, I was in the balcony, looking Elvis/Imposters pretty much in the face. They were on spot.

Goddamn they were kicking ass.

Fuck ‘em…I was drunk!

Critic for the Post Dispatch was two rows in front. We had accidentally sat in his seat after we were advised by a boyish security cop that we could sit anywhere. We saw the fella on the stage as the show was being prepared…and we saw his flunky point us out, and we watched his flunky take his orders and proceed to our station, where he promptly advised us that we were in the wrong seats.

Fuck him.

They had sold me way too many beers already...

But, okay, we moved back a couple of rows. Anyway, it didn’t matter. After Elvis and the Imposters arrived, I proceeded to go absolutely nuts.

I’ve got a good voice, especially when beer has cleared the passages.

I started shouting that Elvis was God, baby...

They were the epitome of a rock and roll outfit. I got this painting in my head, see…

How can I explain this? God is freedom?

Ya know? Fuck these guys…

My girlfriend was with it. I honestly believed she had never seen inhibition.

Anyway, we knocked ‘em out. The guy next to me decried his stepped upon Florsheims.

I took a minute to describe exactly where he was.

Eventually, me and the girl got down on the landing and did a bit of dance...but we were intercepted by little blonde security guard.



Fuck ‘em.




Modern America has no clue as to what it was, or to what it is.



I told the critic to print my discouraging encounter. (Asshole)

In the column, he mentioned that “the faithfulâ€

[MOJO]

OK, A rope leash, take it easy. Under the influence of massive amounts of alcohol anything can happen. Just curious - Are you a recovering Right Wing Christian living on the fringe of a Right Wing town?

[A rope leash]

MOJO, I'm so far left it feels like right to me.

Never was a Christian, always was a virtual atheist.

I live in a reich-wing county, but they haven't come for me as of yet.

Yep, drinking can make a wild time. People do crazy shit...like starting to post again on a musician's fan blog...at least no one got hurt this time.

Of course, Elvis isn't God, because God does not exist. Elvis is close enough for me, though. He's a very respectable human being, and the planet could use more like him. The concert, now years past, was the closest thing to a group spiritual event that I had experienced since almost forever.

Church just doesn't do it for me. I need to actually see my God.

He doesn't forgive me...I forgive him.

Pretty cool.

[oldhamer]

Actually I tend to look at Nick Lowe as being God, and Elvis being Jesus. The analogy doesn't work otherwise.

But I can see where you're coming from!

[oily slick]

i was at that show. Oct 02. they were Bostonian Prescotts.

[A rope leash]

Something to do with the New York City country-western opener?

[oily slick]

the shoes. The Shoes weren't the opener. the shoes. not florsheims.

http://www.onlineshoes.com/productpage. ... ott&offer=

nevermind...whistle whistle whistle...

[A rope leash]

I hope I wasn't too hard on the toes.



gimme five-dollar bill, and an overcoat, too
gimme five-dollar bill, and a Florsheim shoe..."


Great show, wasn't it? I mean, except for the whacked-out preacher guy up in the balcony....

[hollyh]

Actually I tend to look at Nick Lowe as being God, and Elvis being Jesus. The analogy doesn't work otherwise.

But I can see where you're coming from!

yeah, that's my church too...