Next year my other half and I will hit a milestone wedding anniversary. For years I’ve wanted to celebrate this one in Las Vegas where we can renew our vows by an Elvis impersonator “man of the cloth” at the Graceland Chapel. Honestly, this exists and awaits you in the city of sin!
It’s funny that when I think of Elvis Presley, I instantly visualize the persona rather than his music. I personally prefer “thin Elvis” when he did the beach movies with Ann Margret. But nobody does “thin Elvis”. Most impersonators prefer the flashy and hefty one with the sparkly costumes, big hair and sideburns. Some might say that he is bigger now than when he was alive. Graceland has become a sort of mecca for the devoted. People want to curl their lips, eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches and swing their hips in that signature way.
What is it about this southern man whose light continues to burn so bright even today? I think that in the years to come, the only other performer who could hold a candle to his fame posthumously is Michael Jackson. I can already see it happening. I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand the unstoppable mania in the same way I shake my head at women my mother’s age who still swoon over Tom Jones, Wayne Newton and the late Liberace.
Don’t get me wrong! The minute I enter Vegas, I’ll be heading straight for the box office to order my Wayne Newton tickets along with any featuring Cirque du Soleil. What can I say? I’m cheesy that way.
Thank you, thank you very much!
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