[frmrda]

Oh, I'd surely visit that museum before Graceland. Part of wanting to go there is to "people-watch" and see these obsessed maniacs in all their glory.

As to John Lennon, I think it's on a much smaller scale. Talk about a whack job. He and the wife were commie loving, drug using hippie freaks. I swear, listening to her sink is like listening to animals dying slowly in a trap.

One thing I will say for John though, he was a great songwriter. Not a great perfomer or musician (that's Paul) but a magnificent songwriter. Those two were definately right for each other.

[Revolting cat!]

Elvis, like his parents, was a white trash ignoramus who stumbled on a musical style already explored by others in the early 1950s, and who owed much if not all of his early success to guitarist Scotty Moore, which is something you're bound to discover after listening to those early sides a few hundred times, as some of us have, something that those enamored with the "great artist" and his pretentious Las Vegas performances of trashy semi patriotic hymns and ofMy Way and Hey Jude will never do (I've heard dismissive opinions from some of those Viva Las Vegas admirers that the early Sun sides is just some country sh_t!) Just ask the great rock guitarists of the 60s and 70s who they admire Elvis or Scotty Moore!