{"id":490,"date":"2010-01-07T09:17:48","date_gmt":"2010-01-07T14:17:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bourdaghs.com\/blog\/?p=490"},"modified":"2010-01-07T09:17:48","modified_gmt":"2010-01-07T14:17:48","slug":"happy-75th-and-a-lesson-learned","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bourdaghs.com\/blog\/?p=490","title":{"rendered":"Happy 75th (and a Lesson Learned)"},"content":{"rendered":"

This Friday would have been the 75th birthday for one Elvis Aaron Presley<\/a>. It’s an amazingly young age, given that he died more than thirty years ago.<\/p>\n

It took me a while to figure out how great Elvis was. When I was a teenager, he was mainly the butt of jokes. But the twin girls who lived behind us and who were four years younger than me were huge Elvis fans. This was in the mid 1970s, when the King was in his most bloated, glitzy phase. They were thrilled when their parents bought them tickets to see him in concert at the St. Paul Civic Center in April, 1977. We teased them mercilessly about the bad taste of it all. Now, of course, I’d happily surrender my opposable thumbs in exchange for a chance to see Elvis perform. So, the lesson Elvis (and others) taught me: when other people tell you about their musical passions, no matter how seemingly bizarre, don’t laugh. Shut up and listen. Otherwise, you might miss something you’ll later regret. <\/p>\n

The King is dead. Long live the King!<\/p>\n

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