I mean, I'm not a crazy Elvis fan, but I admit to having a certain admiration for the man. It's possible that I have an Elvis doll. Or two. And I definitely have several records. Oh, and books. And postcards. And a purse. And a clock where Elvis' body is the top part and his legs are the swinging pendulum. Wait, I have a cd box set; I'd forgotten about that.
FINE, and I also have this huge rug-thing with his picture on it, that may actually be a wall hanging, or something, but I sure don't know what the hell to do with it.Uhh ... these were all gifts, I swear.
Anyway. That is the introduction for our next stop on the tour, which was the shrine of the First Church of the Elvis Impersonator, currently residing at Goner Records in Midtown.
Apparently the "church" used to be a real thing, back when the shrine was housed in Java Cabana, the coffeehouse down the street. Its owner got licensed on the internet and conducted weddings for diehard Elvis fans. I am writing this down for future reference if my current job doesn't work out.
I completely expected to see something unbelievably cheesetastic and, you guys, my expectations were much too low. Check it:
