16 August 2006

5 dead day

here we are again. the biggest day in the biggest week of the elvis year. the day the king of rock keeled over on the toilet. an event so momentous it has been commemorated for 29 years. it means nothing to most of you people, but us memphians, it's our heritage. because elvis is our homeboy. so we light a candle. we turn up are you lonesome tonight? we stare at the chairs in our parlor, empty and bare. we pour some wine. we kneel before a silver platter of fried peanut butter and bananna sandwiches and jellied doughnuts. and we pray: e.p., phone home.


(incidentally, i think Dead Week has cast a wee bit of a pall and that is why recent times have been so tumultuous for friendships and shoes. Birth Week should be calmer.)

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

"I don't work on January the 8th... cuz that's Elvizez birthday"

Gary Busy in DC CAB

Bombsy said...

aw sugar, i'm gonna go eat a jelly donut now...for the King, for the King.

JJerm said...

caro, caro, i fear when my elvis essay hits your doorstep, our friendship (cyber or otherwise) might never be the same. that said, "in the ghetto" is playing right now.

oline said...

am now dying of curiosity! this'll be a good thing, right? you're afeared and that makes it sound rather bad. please don't hate on our homeboy!

nick said...

i had a plate of memphis style ribs tonite after reading this earlier today. given that my 'rents spent much of their early marriage in memphis, i've heard countless stories of seeing the king's caddy next to them at red lights, his plane at the airport, or running into him at the drug store. awesome. the ribs were good, too.