Elvis, Elvis, let me be... keep that pelvis far from me:

I know I'm a day or two late of the anniversary of his passing, but I'm not always great on timing. I sort of remember when he died, back in August of '77. I didn't really feel one way or the other, because Elvis was my parents' generation. The only thing I really knew of him was from a couple of Elvis Christmas Albums my folks had. Still, even though I was never really a fan, it's a shame the way he ended up. That seems to be the way the truly good ones go out: Elvis, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Amy Winehouse, Michael Jackson. It's so sad, so unnecessary, and such a waste.