My triumphant return!
I love the road! Bleary eyed and coffee shocked, speeding into endless adventures, the road is calming and electric at once. Like meditating on speed. You never know where it will lead.
And I love America. Good god, I love America! Anyone who says this country has no culture needs to put down the crack pipe and hit that glorious road. Melting pot makes sense there, in that madcap collection of the most incredible, interesting, and strange people on the face of the planet. America has it, hands down.
Meh, I'm no writer. But my sister is, and I think she said it best in a story she wrote about the King, and how he represents America :
"We decide to take the royal tour of Graceland, and because there is nothing the headphones and tours-on-tape could tell us that we don't already know about Graceland, I decide to get my tour in Cantoneese and Comodin in Italian. We agree that it is very thoughtful of the Elvis Presley Estate to make these secrets available to people of all nations. Although we have come to the conclusion that Elvis Presley IS America, is indeed the oily soul of America and the glittering rhinestone in it's crown - we feel that Elvis cannot be hoarded by the American people. He cannot just be a shrine in a million trailer parks across this great land, a sparkle in a million dim and greedy eyes. He is a phenomenon. Like electricity or the home shopping network. He is the eternal teen angel for a country which will perpetually be sixteen, perpetually in worship of it's sixteen year old self. He is a joyride in a stolen Cadillac, and belongs to us all as we walk up the steps of Graceland. He belongs to us all as we step into the foyer, and sink into three inches of crimson shag carpet at the end of the millenium. Elvis Presley is the velour we chose over velvet, the plastic we chose over porcelain...."
Hmmmmm, and it's good to be home.
I love the road! Bleary eyed and coffee shocked, speeding into endless adventures, the road is calming and electric at once. Like meditating on speed. You never know where it will lead.
And I love America. Good god, I love America! Anyone who says this country has no culture needs to put down the crack pipe and hit that glorious road. Melting pot makes sense there, in that madcap collection of the most incredible, interesting, and strange people on the face of the planet. America has it, hands down.
Meh, I'm no writer. But my sister is, and I think she said it best in a story she wrote about the King, and how he represents America :
"We decide to take the royal tour of Graceland, and because there is nothing the headphones and tours-on-tape could tell us that we don't already know about Graceland, I decide to get my tour in Cantoneese and Comodin in Italian. We agree that it is very thoughtful of the Elvis Presley Estate to make these secrets available to people of all nations. Although we have come to the conclusion that Elvis Presley IS America, is indeed the oily soul of America and the glittering rhinestone in it's crown - we feel that Elvis cannot be hoarded by the American people. He cannot just be a shrine in a million trailer parks across this great land, a sparkle in a million dim and greedy eyes. He is a phenomenon. Like electricity or the home shopping network. He is the eternal teen angel for a country which will perpetually be sixteen, perpetually in worship of it's sixteen year old self. He is a joyride in a stolen Cadillac, and belongs to us all as we walk up the steps of Graceland. He belongs to us all as we step into the foyer, and sink into three inches of crimson shag carpet at the end of the millenium. Elvis Presley is the velour we chose over velvet, the plastic we chose over porcelain...."
Hmmmmm, and it's good to be home.
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