ateolf | the king of Mississippi

quite the lovely Graceland Too visit, it was...while sometimes it takes Paul McLeod minutes of banging on the door to answer, he had the door opened before we were even up to it...it was one of his more coherent performances, but it was also one of his more chummy...definately the longest time i've been in that place at once...he just kept talking...i did learn a crucial piece of Paul McLeod history...it appears that on one fine april evening, he drove up to the Lorraine Motel and stepped out of his car, standing in a puddle of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s blood...then something about the same cops who had been chasing him in the mosuleum (he has a classic tale of being trapped in the mosuleum with Elvis' body for 4 hours...) it's surprising that he talked so long without repeating most of his standard material...but that was nice...a fresh new experience, even after all the times i've been...early on he was talking about these movie crews than plan on shooting a documentary on him...they'd be paying him fifty thousand dollars, or something like that...he was talking about Steven Spielberg wanting to film there...Disney as well...he shows us the letter from the people later on...the guy who wants to film or whatever, worked on Amistad (that is, one Spielberg film...) and has worked for Disney in the past...of course, being affiliated with neither right now...i just love the way Paul's mind works...just like another good friend of ours...though this guy wanting to do the documentary does have one about the hell's angels under his belt...quite apt, i'd say...in the tv room, he's showing us these videos he got...one is this parody kung fu movie, and he keeps rewinding this one part where these kids are saying something that clearly has nothing to do with Elvis asking us if they're saying Elvis..."it sounds like they're saying 'where's Elvis? where's Elvis?'"...and while we didn't get propositioned to kill anyone (yes, this has happened twice...same "target" though...) this time, it was still a rather enjoyable visit...after we finished the tour (which took its sweet time on its own) he took us back into the tv room to show us this tape about Elvis still being alive..."woo! two and a half hours of this damned tape! just watch five minutes! just watch five minutes!" earlier on, Justin tried to sneak out to smoke and found us to be locked inside the house...that's like a thousand times scarier than fuckin' Texas Chainsaw Massacre...we finally made out way out of there and had a good ol' breakfast at the Holly Springs Huddle House...discussions of gifts for Paul McLeod drove me to near-death from laughter...then the trek back home, greeted by the sunrise...finally got to bed like 7:30am...i'm sure i missed some good stuff, but i'm tired of thinking...