Showing posts with label Ray Joyner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ray Joyner. Show all posts

Monday, March 18, 2013

back in the saddle again

I feel like Mickey Mouse in Fantasia. There, he lifted an arm and a huge wave rose to the occasion. Then he lifted the other arm, and another wave rushed to do his bidding. Suddenly, he was conducting an orchestral maneuver of crashing waters!!!
Then he went back to his regularly scheduled life as the sorcerer's apprentice, sweeping the floor and washing up.
I know just how he felt.
Yesterday was the final day of my Spring Break this year. It was also the final day of the inaugural Georgia Elvis Festival, held in the low country in the little town of Brunswick.
Say what?
I kid you not. Brunswick.
All of the events were in the downtown area, a couple of blocks of eateries and squares near a waterside park. It was all quite pretty, made even more so with bouquets of Presleys everywhere you looked!

Events were scheduled nonstop from mid-morn to late night - and you know me, I just HAD to BE at as many events as I could! Whew! Fabulously entertaining, a treat for the eyes and the ears, too! Songs I loved, songs I never knew, songs I had forgotten... songs from movies, songs from church, songs from the Vegas years! And the clothes - oh my! The many jumpsuits - white, black, blue! The capes, the spats, the blue suede shoes! Well, I lie - I didn't ever spot any blue suede shoes, but I certainly looked for them to be dancin' about!
But the shows ended and I returned home for my first niece's third decade celebration at the mini-golf on the island. Then I sped from that to pick up the bfe at the airport from his Canadian workshop.
And finally I was home again, to prepare for my regularly scheduled week as the waves subsided and rolled off in the distance.
Back in the saddle again. Giddy up!
Translation: Go to bed. NOW!

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

elvis is IN the building!

Elvis would have been 78 last month. Specifically, the King of Rock and Roll, with his swivelicious hips and dark eyes would have been 78 on January 8th. Next month, the low country will be the site of the Georgia Elvis Festival, featuring four days of Elvis Tribute Artists performing a celebration of the man's songs and style. I am SOOOO looking forward to this! I only wish Mama were alive to venture forth in person with me, but her spirit will be dancing and swooning with mine.
Yes, yes I did say "swooning"!
And dancing, too!
But you already know to expect me to dance, right?
That's why I made sure I registered for a seat at the end of a row, near the back, so if I feel the music in me, I can let it have its way with my body and hopefully not disturb too many other folk.
Riiiight.
(big grin!)
I'm sure I won't be the only one dancing!

Anyway, one of the late-night talkers has been hosting a different ETA at the end of his program every night this week. Very nice!!! And it has really been getting me in the mood, since I don't have Willie singing "Don't be Cruel" or "Teddybear" to me during the off-season.
Monday night, Cody Slaughter performed "Jail House Rock" and did quite well. But - you knew it was coming, didn't you? - although he LOOKED just like Elvis as a young man, and he MOVED just like Elvis did for that song, his voice wasn't quite there.
Last night was Brandon Bennett, part of the "Million Dollar Quartet" in Chicago. He sang "Hound Dog", an old bluesy number, and did quite a nice job of it, too! Even better, when the short song was done, and he was signaled to keep it going, he did, with relish. Very nice! And while he wasn't quite like Elvis, he was pretty close and had some miiighty fine moves!
Tonight, we were treated to The Voice. Seriously, Justin Shandor brought it. Singing the beautiful song, "Can't Help Falling In Love", he had me from the first note. Seriously. His face may not have been quite that of the legend, certainly not for the side shots, but oh, that voice! That lovely voice, singing those romantic words!
I can hardly wait for Thursday and Friday night!