The King

Yeah, I know -- three posts in one week?  What can I say -- it seemed like a good idea at the time...

Way back when this blog was barely a year old and still stumbling through cyber-space with halting baby-steps, I wrote a post about Elvis Presley -- or more precisely, how I finally came to appreciate the man and what he meant to so many people in this country and beyond. My feeling was that since this particular epiphany occurred while -- and because -- I was working on a movie down in his home turf of Mississippi, it would make suitable grist for the blogger mill.

One (and only one) reader agreed with me, and as they say down south, bless her heart.

I bring this up only because a gaffer friend of mine put up a post on Facebook today declaring that Elvis Presley was not "the king of rock and roll," insisting that there IS no "king" of that musical realm.

I agree, without reservation. Anointing a supreme being in rock and roll is a futile endeavor; there are just too many rock Gods out there to choose from. Still, if Elvis is not "the king" of rock and roll, he's still "The King."

Rather than re-write that old post -- and since I put in 12 hours at work today, with another 12 on tap for tomorrow -- here's a link to Still the King for anybody who cares to check it out.