There is no fan like an Elvis fan. I’m not talking about the I-enjoy-listening-to-“Hound-Dog”-every-now-and-then Elvis fan. I’m talking about the Elvis super fan. Because there are a lot of them. And they like to come to Graceland.
Think you’re a fan of, say, Lady Gaga? Talk to me when you have her face tattooed across your back. Either go hardcore or go home.
There are just no words. Except that I loved him. And that he triggered a whole lot of burning questions for me: Are those his real glasses? What about his hair? Is it real? Does he style it like that every day? Where can I get a pair of his amazing white cowboy boots? And, well, why (in general)?
I may not understand it, but I can admire it. Bravo, Elvis super fans everywhere. You sure are a committed lot.