Most days I really enjoy my life. I like my job, I enjoy the town where I live, and I have good friends and a wonderful girlfriend. But every life, I believe, has a yearning for something more. Or at least something different.
Sometimes my mind drifts to what I would like to be if I wasn’t me . That answer is simple: for a day I want to be Elvis.
But I don’t mean ‘56 Elvis. I don’t even mean ‘68 comeback Elvis. I want for a day to be fat, sweaty ‘72 Elvis- singing “Polk Salad Annie” at Madison Square Garden.
Because even in the bloated shadow of what he once was, fat Elvis still had it.
All the bombastic glory was there. The swagger. The jewel-adored jumpsuit. And of course, the cape. I haven’t seen any performer wear a cape and make it look good the way Elvis did.
The truth is, even when he was a shell of the man he was in his prime, Elvis was a great performer. If you don’t believe me, do a YouTube search and watch Elvis in concert from the 1970s. That fat guy still had it.
If I were to be somebody else, why not be audacious and sing to the applauding crowds?
