by Mari-Anne Grimaldi

Created on: August 26, 2009

If I could interview anyone in the entire world it would have to be Elvis Presley. I guess the main reason is that I am a total Elvis freak! (Still) At the time of my first glimpse of Elvis, I was about eleven years old, I think. I was on the younger side of Elvis' fan base. Or so I was told. Let me tell you, you love who you love. Elvis was it for me. Absolute male perfection at it's best.If I were to interview him I would have to stop my hands from shaking first. I'd have to keep it together enough to speak without throwing up on him. Once all that was under control, I would start by asking Elvis about the idea of the white jump suits. My idolization began with Aloha from Hawaii, so you can see where the first question came from. I would want to know about his family. His mother, father, aunts, uncles and who ever else he was close to. I'd have to ask all the dirt on all the woman that must have passed through the doors of Graceland.

When did he decide to Bring Priscilla home to Memphis and marry her? Was that the plan from the time he left her in Germany? There are so many things I would have loved to ask this absolutely beautiful human being, but I guess the biggest one would be this - Why when things started spiraling out of control, did you not accept the help offered? Was there help there for you? You had every thing at your fingertips. People were all around you constantly, was there not a single person that loved you enough to make you see what you were doing to yourself?

I know that when a person is addicted to things it's a difficult road. Sometimes friends and loved ones need to take control. Kick the doctors out that are giving you all the crap that is going to kill you. I just can't comprehend how it came to this! Surrounded by "loved ones", a girl in the bed with you and yet you died on the bathroom floor alone from an apparent drug-related heart attack. Some one should have intervened. You had to know you were about to hit bottom. You'd put on so much weight from all the meds you were on, but man that voice, never let you down. The last televised concert you did, when you needed help getting on the stage to sit at the piano, I cried for the man you could have been. My heart went out to you so deeply. It was like you bore a hole right in my heart. Then you opened your mouth and sang and sent shivers down my spine! The voice was as strong and beautiful as ever. I closed my eyes and and saw the you that that I wished you were and would be again. So much to give and yet no time to give it. "I'll Remember You" long after this in the warm summer breeze...The one and only king of rock and roll.

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