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May. 20th, 2008 12:09 amI am maybe a little too drunk to be posting right now.
But I would still like to say that Elvis's cover of Fever is incredibly hot, even if it isn't the one I heard on the oldies station today at work. Damned XM radio not posting their playlists. It's a hot song anyway (I love the peggy Lee version, and heard that and the other one both today) but there's something about the version he did in the 1950s that just makes me very happy. And not in a nice girl sort of way. Happily, D likes it as well.
Also, I'm ever so slightly disturbed that, having moved to Las Vegas, I've developed a taste for Elvis's music, which really wasn't supposed to happen, though is less frightening than my emerging appreciation for the Beachboys, which is unexpected to the point of being almost unwelcome. But fun. I do not listen to Liberace, though I do have to go to his museum before leaving town. Because, you know, I HAVE to. It's required, I think, for anyone in Vegas to see the monument to the man with the world's largest rhinestone. Or something.
But you know, I really have begun to see why people went wild for Elvis, as, having played the oldies station for this long at work, every time something he did comes on, I go a little wild too. And you know, I think I need more early rock. There's something about it that has much more life to it than most of what it developed into. Though, they really need to play more rockabilly and bee-bop. Les Vegas Swing and Rat-Pack stuff. More things that will keep me awake all day, really.
And you know how I got into 1950s music? It was the only thing I could find on the radio in Elementary school that no one else in my school listened to. I had my mother make me a poodle skirt for Halloween one year, as sort of a bit of a con. I wanted it for regular clothes, not just for costume. Little did she know, her daughter was unwilling to play by normal rules, even then. Little did I know that I was apparently taking part in a much larger resurgence than just in my bedroom. Oh well, I guess I can't be pioneering all the time.
I still want a poodle skirt, though.
But I would still like to say that Elvis's cover of Fever is incredibly hot, even if it isn't the one I heard on the oldies station today at work. Damned XM radio not posting their playlists. It's a hot song anyway (I love the peggy Lee version, and heard that and the other one both today) but there's something about the version he did in the 1950s that just makes me very happy. And not in a nice girl sort of way. Happily, D likes it as well.
Also, I'm ever so slightly disturbed that, having moved to Las Vegas, I've developed a taste for Elvis's music, which really wasn't supposed to happen, though is less frightening than my emerging appreciation for the Beachboys, which is unexpected to the point of being almost unwelcome. But fun. I do not listen to Liberace, though I do have to go to his museum before leaving town. Because, you know, I HAVE to. It's required, I think, for anyone in Vegas to see the monument to the man with the world's largest rhinestone. Or something.
But you know, I really have begun to see why people went wild for Elvis, as, having played the oldies station for this long at work, every time something he did comes on, I go a little wild too. And you know, I think I need more early rock. There's something about it that has much more life to it than most of what it developed into. Though, they really need to play more rockabilly and bee-bop. Les Vegas Swing and Rat-Pack stuff. More things that will keep me awake all day, really.
And you know how I got into 1950s music? It was the only thing I could find on the radio in Elementary school that no one else in my school listened to. I had my mother make me a poodle skirt for Halloween one year, as sort of a bit of a con. I wanted it for regular clothes, not just for costume. Little did she know, her daughter was unwilling to play by normal rules, even then. Little did I know that I was apparently taking part in a much larger resurgence than just in my bedroom. Oh well, I guess I can't be pioneering all the time.
I still want a poodle skirt, though.