Well, it’s Christmas Eve. I have to suffer through Christmas tomorrow. I thought I’d celebrate with another Imaginary Boyfriends post!
I gravitate towards blondes, but was there a more handsome man on the planet? And couldn’t he rock out? Couldn’t this guy sing? Listen to the MUSIC. This stuff had piano and horns in it. What happened to rock n roll? It was folksy and bluesy. I know he ripped off Black artists, but, jeez.
I’ve read three biographies about him. He became totally deranged in later adulthood. Very sad, but not surprising when you live in a fishbowl.
My father saw him in Oklahoma in the 50s, when he was still very young (both my father and Elvis). Claimed the performance was “electrifying.” If he could get my German-American father to dance, he was doing something right.
My mother saw him twice. The first time, she said he was great. The second time, in the 70s, she said he was sweating his ass off and kept forgetting his lines.
The addict in me really sympathizes.
The man came from dirt poor Tupelo, of all places, and conquered the music world. Wasn’t a half-bad actor, either, though he mostly got crappy rolls.
He didn’t deserve to die the way he did. If he was born in more modern times, he could have gone to rehab.