Elvis turns 76 (or turns over in his grave at 76)

Elvis was born on January 8, 1937 in Tupelo, Mississippi. He would have been 76 years old if he hadn't died on the toilet in August 1977 at aged 42. And I would be remiss if I, who once inexplicably (even to me) called himself Tim-Elvis and started a blog called Disgraceland that eventually became Dizgraceland after a upstart record label stole the domain name, didn't wish the king a happy birthday and say a few words about what Elvis means to me.

I'd have to say that Blue Moon is one of my favorite Elvis songs, though Mystery Train and Heartbreak Hotel are up there, too.

I once made a pilgrimage to Las Vegas strictly to visit some of the sacred Elvis sites, like the statue of Elvis at the Las Vegas Hilton. I also visited Landmark Drug Store where Elvis had his prescriptions filled. And I swear that I ran into Colonel Tom Parker coming out of a casino nearby. But I could have been having hallucinations.

I was Santa-Elvis at a work holiday party many years ago.

I used to have a Elvis shrine at my desk at work years ago. I even won a local newspaper's best toys in the office contest.

And I own an original Howard Finster Toddler Elvis artwork.

But I'm not really an Elvis fan.

Really.

Happy Birthday Elvis!