Life after 30
There is a reason he is called the King and that's because in a world where popness has become the measure of everything, we’re all Elvis impersonators now. Elvis was the first. Since him, consumerism and the media have swallowed everything, and Elvis has become the personification of the looking-glass world we inhabit now, a latter-day Narcissus who drowned in his own reflection (on his bathroom floor) - but granted immortality in a universe of surfaces and permanent (shallow) memory.
Elvis’ is Fame’s first name in an age when ‘fame’ is something we’re increasingly over-familiar with. Perhaps this is why in Elvis’ face we can see an angelic/demonic premonition of the faces of so many of those stars that have come after: Tom Cruise, Mick Jagger, Michael Jackson, Jim Carrey, Madonna, Bill Clinton, Diana, Jeffrey Dahmer.
Since his death, the lost lurve-object has been introjected into our collective Unconscious so completely that we don’t have to be lonesome tonight or tomorrow or in fact ever again. His absence has become an overwhelming presence.
Elvis really is alive. It’s just the rest of us that I’m not so sure about.