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Long Live The King… Thursday, July 18, 2002 07:32
pm - JoeRogan
It was Wednesday night, and I got a
call from my buddy Doug
Stanhope, telling me that he’s hosting a show in
Hollywood with Extreme Elvis.
I immediately
canceled my previous plans for the evening to catch what
was sure to be one hell of a fucked up
show..
I arrived at 10 to a seedy little
rock club in Hollywood called “Goldfingers,” which is
one of those perfect little cool Hollywood joints that
always make you smile when you find them. Filled with
black walls, silver cushions and lots of chicks with
dyed black hair and tattoos. Step right in to a living,
breathing cliché.
The sound of anonymous
angry music was bleeding through the door as the bouncer
worked the line and checked for fake id’s.
To
his left is a red and blue pop tent.
Kinda weird,
I thought, but hey, we’re in Hollywood.
I move up
in line, and the bouncer gives me the typical “Are you
that guy from TV?” look.
He smiles when he reads
the name on my license, and a guy behind him asks, “Did
you really eat that
roach?”
“Yup.”
“Wow,
that’s fucked
up.”
‘Yup.”
I step inside
and find Doug. He’s got a smile on his face like a giddy
little schoolgirl about to try on her new birthday
dress.
“This
is gonna be fucking crazy! They just got back from San
Diego, they did a show there and got fired after 5
minutes.”
“Does this club know what they
do?”
He smiles. “I don’t think so. Let’s
step outside. You want to meet him? He’s out in his
tent.” We start heading out the door, when Doug stops
and turns around.
“Oh yeah, he’s in character
right now, so don’t get freaked out.
After the
show he’s just a regular dude named Matt, but before the
show he’s
Elvis.”
“Gotcha.”
Doug
opens up the tent, and sure enough, there’s the
King.
He’s
drinking Jack Daniels while his backup singer writes his
set list on his chest.
We exchange pleasantries,
and for the most part he seems like a pretty normal
guy.
He starts warming up his voice, getting
ready for the show.
“Excuse my, while I
wax poetically.”
Right after he says that, he
lays back in the tent, and his backup singer starts
pouring melted wax all over his chest.
He groans
with delight.
Ok, maybe he’s not so
normal.
They zip up the tent, and Doug
and I head inside.
There’re two more bands before
Elvis, and Doug has to do a set in between them and then
introduce them. For the most part, all that comes out
this is a bunch of drunken hecklers getting verbally
raped, but it made me laugh.
It’s nice to get a
chance to see Doug work, even if it’s only 5 minutes in
front of a drunk rock crowd.
The King
takes the stage…
There’s no way most
of the people in the audience knew what to expect before
he started.
In the beginning, it looked and
sounded like some ordinary Elvis
impersonator.
The only difference being that they
didn’t suck.
I know the expectations one would
have for an Elvis impersonator aren’t very high, but
these guys are just plain tight musicians. Elvis hops
off the stage and into the crowd, and at first it seems
they don’t know what to think of him. One thing they
know for sure, is that the music is good, and this guy
doesn’t give a fuck.
Then
the set starts to get a little
rocky.
There’s a problem with the back up
singer’s mic, and they start to get attitude from the
guy in the sound booth. Loud swears are exchanged, and
the crowd gets a little nervous.
Elvis downs his
beer, and then smashes his bottle on the floor in front
of the stage.
A girl in the audience picks up the
broken glass, and throws it onstage.
The
guitarist then threatens to shove his guitar deep in the
ass of anyone that throws broken glass up there again.
He means it.
Elvis starts to take his
clothes off.
His back up singer takes her top
off.
The
audience starts to freak, and I began to realize that I
was watching something brilliant.
First
off, here’s a fat guy who literally has one of the
smallest cocks in the history of mankind, and he can’t
wait to get in front of a drunken crowd and show it to
them.
A kick ass band surrounds him, and he’s
doing an Elvis impression.
And he’s fucking
good.
The most unnerving thing about what
was happening was the feeling I got watching
it.
I really began to feel that ANYTHING
could happen right now. It’s that crackling feeling that
you get when your self-preservation instincts kick in.
Chaos as performance
art.
I really felt like someone might die
in here tonight. It just feels THAT fucked up.
It
was like some new school G.G. Allin type shit. These
guys were not playing, they were the real
deal.
The girl who threw the glass starts
to yell at Elvis.
Doug turns to
me.
“I betcha he’s gonna throw shit on
her!”
“Are you fucking
serious?”
I’m on the front row 5 feet
away from this mouthy bitch, and the thought of the very
real possibility of driving home with human shit on my
clothes is not very appealing.
“Fuck it.”
I think. “This is gonna be worth the
risk.”
Elvis hops of the
stage.
The band begins a new song, and
the now naked Elvis dives into the crowd and starts
rubbing his gut and miniature cock on people while he
sings. People are screaming, laughing, and tripping over
each other all at the same time. All of them are trying
to avoid being marked, and yet all are fascinated at the
same time.
Elvis gut checks the mouthy
bitch and she pushes him away. He smiles, and tries to
steal a beer from the girl next to her.
The girl
holds on tight, and in the struggle she falls down,
still hanging on to her beer.
Now she’s
pissed.
She puts her thumb over the top of the
beer, and starts shaking it.
She runs up to Elvis
and starts spraying the beer in his face. He starts
smiling.
“Elvis Bukkake!” He yells
out.
The girl is upset that Elvis isn’t
upset, so she decides to take it to another
level.
She runs up behind him, and starts to
shove her beer bottle up Elvis’ ass.
He
doesn’t even flinch.
The crowd is
screaming in horror, while she’s struggling at it for a
good 15 to twenty seconds.
Finally he turns his
head to look at her and says into the
mic:
“That’s not my asshole,
honey”
He readjusts her
bottle.
“That’s my
asshole.”
This lack of concern completely
freaks the girl out, and she drops the bottle and leaves
him alone.
Throughout all of this, the
band never misses a beat.
Elvis then hops
back onstage and delivers a furious ending to the
song.
The crowd explodes with a thunderous round
of applause.
They are thoroughly and
completely entertained.
That’s
entertainment?
You call THAT
entertainment?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
What
exactly is entertainment? Some people have rigid
standards based for the most part on predetermined
patterns of behavior that they expect the performer to
follow.
I look at it this way, the entire club
was totally transfixed, and everyone had a huge smile on
their face.
We were entertained.
I’ve had
the unfortunate pleasure of being talked into going to
musicals in the past, and every single time I found them
to be a fucking murderous assault on my attention
span.
Yet to the average person, a musical is
considered entertaining, where as a fat naked guy
dressing up like Elvis and pissing in a chick’s mouth is
just trash.
(more on that
later)
As they begin the next
song, Elvis climbs into a booth, and begins to hold
court about how “fake” everything in Hollywood
is.
Normally such obvious talk is easily
dismissed, but when it comes from a naked fat guy with
no dick, people tend to pay attention. Not only are they
paying attention, but the ladies begin to flock around
him. They are all drawn to the sheer magnetism of his
charisma. One girl actually starts to make out with
him.
Elvis
then breaks into a rap song, and the entire crowd bobs
their heads along with him.
Yes, you heard
correct: Elvis
rapping.
Sacrilege.
After
he’s done, he tells his backup singer to take her top
off, and remove her panties.
She
complies.
Then he takes a big swig of beer, and
asks,
“Who wants to drink the King’s
piss?”
“I do! I do!” The singer
says.
You gotta be shittin’
me...
She holds up a glass, and the King
begins to piss into it.
She opens her mouth, and
sticks her tongue out. He pisses all over her face, and
then begins to piss into the crowd.
Once
again people dive for cover, all the while laughing
hysterically.
I’m thinking to myself, how did
this crazy fucker put this band together?
I mean
its hard enough finding talented musicians, but to find
a pretty backup singer that actually has talent, AND she
lets you piss in her mouth?
That’s a tough chick
to replace.
It’s not like she’s getting crazy
paid from it all, either. The gig that they got fired
from in San Diego the night before only paid $75.00, and
that’s for a 5 person band.
The guy in
the sound booth yells out “Last song,
Elvis.”
Elvis then hops back onstage, and
begins a rousing rendition of “Suspicious
minds.”
The entire crowd is singing
along:
“I’m caught in a trap… I can’t
walk out… because I love you too much
baby…”
The entire fucking crowd is
singing along.
Let me put this into
perspective for you… He just pissed in a chick’s mouth,
and then pissed on the audience, and then the entire
crowd was singing along to the next
song.
Un
fucking believable.
Afterwards he sat out
naked by the bar and signed
autographs.
It was the greatest show I’ve ever
seen.
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