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swordznsorcery) wrote2015-11-24 08:25 pm
swordznsorcery) wrote2015-11-24 08:25 pm
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1977
1977 was a busy year, I guess. For a lot of people it means only one thing - Elvis. Never quite sure whether or not I remember that, or if it's the fuss that there was on the first anniversary that I really recall. Certainly he was everywhere. Which is no bad thing, as at his best he was bloody good. There was a long time when a copy of one of his endless greatest hits was the only album that I owned (not counting a truly terrifying nursery rhymes LP, of which the least said the better).
Elsewhere in 1977, the queen celebrated her Silver Jubilee, and apparently there was a street party, at which my kind and considerate mother dressed me as a white rabbit. I'm happy to say that there appears to be no record of this event. Not that I would admit to it if there were. Mind you, it could have been worse. If the dressing up relics that remained in the wardrobe for years are anything to go by, one of my countless siblings went dressed as a cockerel. Or something orange and feathery, at any rate. Why we had to celebrate twenty-five years of queenliness by dressing as animals, I have no idea - but then, entertainment is scarce when you live in a field in the middle of nowhere. :)
Beneath the cut is my favourite Elvis song. And although I should be having a Queen-free day for a change, given the date today I would be somewhat remiss if I did. So, since it was released in this year, and since it's a huge favourite of mine, one of theirs is under there too. I can't help it. Sorry.
Paralysed, Elvis Presley (1956):
We Are The Champions, Queen (Montreal, 1981):
Apparently I used to wander around the house singing this. I can only apologise to anybody who happened to be within earshot. I never could carry a tune!
Elsewhere in 1977, the queen celebrated her Silver Jubilee, and apparently there was a street party, at which my kind and considerate mother dressed me as a white rabbit. I'm happy to say that there appears to be no record of this event. Not that I would admit to it if there were. Mind you, it could have been worse. If the dressing up relics that remained in the wardrobe for years are anything to go by, one of my countless siblings went dressed as a cockerel. Or something orange and feathery, at any rate. Why we had to celebrate twenty-five years of queenliness by dressing as animals, I have no idea - but then, entertainment is scarce when you live in a field in the middle of nowhere. :)
Beneath the cut is my favourite Elvis song. And although I should be having a Queen-free day for a change, given the date today I would be somewhat remiss if I did. So, since it was released in this year, and since it's a huge favourite of mine, one of theirs is under there too. I can't help it. Sorry.
Paralysed, Elvis Presley (1956):
We Are The Champions, Queen (Montreal, 1981):
Apparently I used to wander around the house singing this. I can only apologise to anybody who happened to be within earshot. I never could carry a tune!
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I burned out hard on Elvis, and it took Lilo and Stitch to remind me I do actually like his music. And several of his films. But enough was enough.
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