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...Elvis's bodyguards. Some people hate him for making money off of a dead man. Some people think it's a public service. There are no fewer than two hundred people at any given time, milling around the limousine. The car is in a Ford dealership to attract crowds. It's there for three days. No one will say how much it's costing. Everyone is strangely quiet. It is a kind of strange wake, kind of a wake by proxy. Four years after the fact, it's still sort of a relic thing--a visit to the rock...
There's too much flourescence in the damn Ford dealership. You start picturing all this looking at the color glossies. A big bloated Elvis. Elvis backstage. Elvis demanding that somebody buy him his glasses right now. Elvis handing out rings in gratitute, saying only a few words. Elvis who blewup his television with a .38 police chief special because he didn't like the programming. Elvis who didn't live near anybody. The guy who had no peers. By the sixties there wasn't even any competition. Elvis who locked Priscilla away in Graceland until she was old enough...
...music that accompanies the car exhibit is a soundtrack, a collage of songs, played--the dealership never missing a trick--on a Delco car stereo speaker. "Love Me Tender." "Heartbreak Hotel." You have to love "Heartbreak Hotel," even if the man next to you is being an idiot, and poses next to the car in a mock Elvis stance that's more embarrassing than funny. It's just a great song. The guy thinks he's the life of the party. In the open back seat of the limo is a shirt and flashy fender guitar. Never played. Never worn...
...Ford dealership expects to draw twenty thousand people in the four days the car is there. They're trying to push the new small Fords. Things are unwell in Detroit. Elvis is dead, too. Gatlock claims it's a break even situation. He says nothing makes him more mad than hearing people accuse him of making a living off a dead man. "J.D. never would, never will do that. They were friends. There's no respect in that." He mentions the plastic Elvis clones in New York. "Hell," he says. "It still won't be Elvis." He points...
...morning: Outside the Ford dealership, the guys from Gadlock's crew are getting ready to leave. The dealership has been opened extra late to accomodate crowds. Inside you can hear Elvis doing "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" over the Delco system. Another one of those haunted Civil War songs. One by one the flourescent lights go out. There's a weird orange sodium vapor lamp glow over the city ten miles away. The cicadas are going crazy in the heat. It is terribly still and terribly wide open. There's been a bag lady outside the window all night...