Aloha From Hawaii...

I remember when Elvis died. I was nine. The family was in a hotel room in Detroit and I remember seeing it on the news. Prissy had just gotten out of the shower and I shouted at her that Elvis had died. She ran into the room in a bath towel and stared at the TV in shock. She then collapsed on the end of the bed and sat there with her head in her hands and sobbed.

This concert was on TV Land tonight and I had to watch. I got my hands on this album of Prissy's when I was around 13. I listened to Elvis sing this song over and over. It was my favorite song on the record.

It may not be cool to love an overproduced song from 70's Elvis, but here it is anyway-complete with The Stamps.

I still get a lump in my throat.