Today is Elvis Presley’s birthday. Coincidently I happened to listen to Can’t Help Falling In love today, and the strains of this piece, (though I’ve heard it 110 times), made me stop what I was doing and listen intently, as if I was hearing for the very first time.
Preceded by the booming cacophony of Paul Van Dyke and Alice Deejay, I stopped to gasp for breath. The strains of these vintage romantic ballads never fail to make one brim with emotion. They make you want to reach out and touch and hold the very texture of life, which seems to hang these days by a slim thread.
Today isn’t his birthday. Today is the day that he died.
Oops…right! Thanks Paul…
A lapse of lingy…
he-avy!