Thursday, August 17, 2006

Don't Ever Call Them Impersonators

Our first Elvis sighting! In the words of Johanna, "He was really sweaty and moist." I tried to keep a safe distance, aside from being smashed into his pit for this picture.

This was to be the first of many many pictures we took with Elvis Tribute Artists - I learned not to call them "impersonators", because they don't really like that. At all. And they've got a mouthful of peanut butter and banana to prove it.

The tribute artists we saw came in all shapes and sizes, and it was amazing how they all looked like Elvis from a distance, but once you got up close, it was a whole nother thang. Regardless, our goal was to get pictures with as many as we could, and I think we succeeded. Most of them turned up for the candlelight vigil on Tuesday night, and I was like a fat kid in a candy shop - running around, begging for pictures.






One of the many Elvis karaoke performers. This is one grandma who is not afraid to accessorize.








The dog's name is Tinkerbell, and what else really needs to be said?

I didn't get a chance to talk to her for very long, I was too busy getting Elvis' face airbrused onto my shoulder...










Outside Sun Studio, where Elvis first recorded.

















The motel where Martin Luther King Jr. was shot.


The most awesome painting in Graceland. My flash accidentally went off while I was taking this one, and I got yelled at by one of the Flashers - people who's sole purpose is to yell at the dumb tourists who use their flashes. I especially love the wisps made of clouds and dreams around his feet... he looks like THE original pimp.

3 comments:

Andi Mae said...

Love, love, love, love, love, love the pics.

Bone Junior said...

I'm glad somebody does! I think that anyone who doesn't know me just thinks I'm lame... :)

Andi Mae said...

You should get fake Elvis tattoos all over one leg or arm. Come home with a sleeve tat...just for reaction's sake.

And by the way- anyone who doesn't know you is lame.