Elvis for a Day

Yep, that’s me, all dressed up like Elvis. Yes, the black bell-bottomed corduroy jump suit I’m wearing is the very same one I wrote about in The Closet of my Discontent. And yes, when this picture was taken, it still fit.

Sort of.

As long as I didn’t sit down…

The dashing black mane I’m sporting was store-bought, since my own hair was thinning by then. And that glorious sash? Yet another leftover from my 70’s wardrobe. (It was part of a costume from the musical group I was in at college.)

So why in the world would I squeeze into a tight jumpsuit, don a cheap wig and pretend to be Elvis? Well, there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for that.

I think…

You see, the department where I worked in the ’90s used to have a Halloween party every year. So we’d all dress up in costumes, decorate the place up, and do the whole Halloween bit. The building we worked in was a former funeral home, so it lent some extra creepiness to the festivities. Our supervisors let us have that day for pure fun and just dealt with the reality that no work would ever be accomplished on October 31.

So one year I was Elvis. And because I do a pretty fair impression of The King (if I do say so myself), I brought along my guitar to showcase my formidable talents as an Elvis impersonator.

I had no idea what I was in for.

The second I began crooning something like “Love Me Tender”, a crowd would immediately gather around me and join in with the shtick. The women would all coo and sigh and pretend to swoon as I serenaded them with rendition after rendition of those iconic ballads and hip swivelers (although my swivel was somewhat limited by that jump suit).

Word quickly spread throughout the building. Before I knew it, I had a full-blown Elvis come-back tour. I went from office to office all day long, singing and being fawned over by my adoring fans.

I was a hit…

I was a rock star…

I was The King…

I was exhausted.

So okay. I had always wondered what it would be like to be Elvis. To put on the clothes, the accent, the attitude. Now I know. I’ll have to admit, it was kind of fun. But after one day it wore me out. By the end of the day, I was ready to ditch the jump suit and put on some regular street clothes.

So I could get back to normal.

So I could sit down.

So I could use the bathroom without stripping down to my skivvies.

Honestly, I don’t know how this guy Elvis Presley put up with it all. Because the truth is, he wasn’t really Elvis either. “Elvis” was a stage persona. In reality, Elvis Presley was a shy man with a quiet southern drawl as thick as the Mississippi mud he was raised in. But once he hit the stage, he became that swiveling, sensual hunka-hunka burnin’ bravado that sent teeny-boppers into hysterics.

Yes, “Elvis” was a phenomenon. Thousands of adoring fans attended his concerts. Still each night, it was inevitable. The applause would die away. The curtains would draw to a close. The klieg lights would fade to black. Finally, a deep, disembodied voice would announce, “Elvis has left the building”.

So where did Elvis go after he left the building?

Well, it depends on which one you’re talking about. “Elvis” the rock star was left  behind in the dressing room, along with his bejeweled jumpsuit and sweaty scarves. But the real Elvis Presley? Well, often He could be found sitting at a piano, surrounded by his closest friends, singing the beloved hymns of his childhood into the wee hours of the morning. Why? Perhaps he needed to ground himself, to reconnect with who he really was. After being the King of Rock ‘n Roll all day, maybe he found it comforting to settle down and just be a child of God.

I can certainly relate to that. After doing his crazy gig that one Halloween, I decided to put away the jumpsuit. It didn’t really fit me, anyway. I mean, being Elvis for a day was great…

But I think I like being me, after all.



6 responses to “Elvis for a Day

  1. Ahhh…. Elvis. You look pretty convincing from a distance Ken.

    I saw Elvis in concert in Phoenix around 1973ish. I still have the concert ticket stub packed away with all of my other “blast from the past” stuff.

    • Thanks Melissa, yes distance is key, as well as the sunglasses. Closer up, I looked more like Roy Orbison. 😉 But actually, looking like Elvis has a lot to do with imitating his mannerisms: the stance, the movements, the snarl in his upper lip.

      Unfortunately I never got to see Elvis in person but I have been to Graceland. I was surprised at how small his jumpsuits were. How he managed to belt out “Suspicious Minds” after being packed into one of those things is beyond me…

    • Ken, you made a great Elvis! I think you need to bring your Elvis stuff and give us a concert at our retreat in a few weeks! We love to hear you sing, even if it’s not Elvis music. You are a very talented musician!

      • Hi Barbara,

        Thanks for all the kind words. Not sure about doing the Elvis thing again. I still have the jump suit, but I’m several pounds away from ever getting back into it. The wig still fits, though… 😉

        Anyway, thanks again for visiting my blog and for commenting. 🙂

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