Eddie

Act - hahahahaha...
Hahahahahhahahahaha
Oh God, oh man, I tell you
Hahahahahahahahaha - whoo, alright

Drugs? Hell yeah.

Seems everyone you talk to thinks they know: they say "well of course he was doing all kinds of shit" or "not Elvis, man - he was clean" just like they was there. Well, I was there, OK?

And sure, Elvis did a whole mess of drugs. Don't get me wrong, now - they was all prescribed by a doctor. But shit, that didn't mean nothing. Back then, you could get pretty much anything you needed - pills to take you up, down, sideways ... any which way you wanted.

Got to remember that Elvis had done his time in the army, and he'd gotten himself a taste for speed when he was on night patrol over in Germany. Leastways that was his story. And hell, the Colonel wasn't likely to object to pills that made his boy work even harder now, was he?

Like I say, those were different days. We were pretty much all on that shit - after all, we were doing two shows a night, seven days a week. The season seemed to go on forever. We all needed a little something to keep us sharp.

Problem is, that little something can bite you in the ass some times.

You know, people call him The King, but back then it's like he really was the King of Vegas. Hell, we'd have a whole floor of the hotel, and turn day into night, night into day - living high in the Court of Elvis. If you weren't there, it's real hard to get any idea of what that's like. It was a totally unreal world, man, I tell you.

There were times we'd be going through the motions on one of the old hits and I'd think "man, you could do this so much better." But when you play non-stop like that...

Whatever Elvis wanted, Elvis got. What if he felt like laughing his ass off on the middle of a song? If Elvis thought it was funny, well, it was funny. Even if it wasn't. Who was gonna stop him?


Story begins here