washington dc., x-mas 1970. the king

[Lorentzen / Nicklaus]

 > one morning, when king elvis drifted awake from dreamless sleep, he found his 
 country fallen into alien hands. the psychedelic revolution, acid people, civil 
 rights activists and english gangs from london, liverpool and newcastle stole 
 of him america.
 he must have been in washington the day before, it appeared to him, right there 
 in mr. nixon's office and had taken a bndd-admission card, the card he had 
 seen at paul frees, the famous radio & tv man, during a show-off dinner: 
 admission card from the bureau of narcotics and dangerous drugs, identifying 
 the showman frees as fully equipped federal narc: drug searcher of the state 
 with ambassador-privileges and immunities, signed by john e. ingersoll, chief 
 of the drug-bureau in the department of justice.
 elvis had got the mark from mr. president himself. 'you dress pretty wild, 
 don't you?' nixon had said, and elvis - without dropping a beat - had answered: 
 'mr. president, you got your show to run, an' i got mine!' the laughing they 
 shared had been taken on photograph, and today, 12/22/70, elvis was with mr. 
 nixon in the morning papers ... nixon was just running a drug-campaign to brush 
 up his polls ...
 ... bob dylan ... the fondas ... the doors ... stones ... the beatles, all who 
 had - in the place of elvis - been touring the states during the years before, 
 would have to stop laughing, now. < 

 (klaus theweleit: buch der könige. band 2x: orpheus am machtpol. frankfurt/m. 
 1994: stroemfeld. page 34, own translation)

 always thought the man could write a real nasty story - vineland style! - about 
 that embarrasing real world episode ...  

kfl