And a very good morning to all of you! It's Friday, my sweets, let's take a look at the weather. One second...
Ok, they're giving us "Partly Cloudy and 21C" - I'm fine with that. It works well with my mood, which is currently smooth. I have a very mild headache which I can deal with. Mother Dearest was right - you'll never get a bad hangover if you drink "proper" champagne.
So I've got a little song for you this morning which was playing in the background of the most wonderful dream I had last night. It's Fever by Elvis. I found a video of him singing it live and I want you to watch it very carefully. Those of you who have never attempted to grasp the power of Elvis Presley will find this a good example of how he dominated.
I trust most of you are aware of the Davenport(Blackwell)/Cooley composition, most memorably interpreted by Peggy Lee in 1958. The song's haunting sound and provocative melody has long been a favourite cover of the big stars, including (among others) Tom Jones, Madonna, Ray Charles and Natalie Cole.
But today we're dealing with this version, by a mildly (appropriately) sozzled Elvis Presley. God, this song was just made for him; so soft and titillating, with those short-lived moments of excitement - each of which being punctuated by The King tweaking his ass (by a mere centimeter) or kicking out a leg. It's QUITE ridiculous how revved up the crowd gets with each movement - to the point that he is openly laughing at the situation. Just watch this, we'll chat afterwards...
Hey? Does it get any cooler than that? I don't think so. Only Elvis can sing Fever and NOT pronounce the "F" in the chorus.
Let's all just take a deep breath.... God, I'm exhausted - that really took it out of me.
[With a history of collapsing to the ground and frothing at the mouth after writing some of the longer articles, Seth needs to rest now]
I'm sure we'll chat again later.
Have a wonderful day and remember I'll be thinking of each and every one of you all day long.
