🎶Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners, helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells"bitch"🎶
I don’t really understand song lyrics (rap’s generally easier to understand, but not Eminem, lol), so that’s the first time I realized how it goes and I strongly identify with this.
My parents were both born in 1950, and one of my aunts was born five years earlier. I know those are literally two different generations, but also figuratively. My parents’ favorite musicians were Eric Clapton and Donovan, and my aunt’s was Elvis, the latter of which seemed unbearably old fashioned to me as a kid (and I was born about 30 years after Clapton and Donovan became relevant, but they were still at least enjoyable to listen to even when I was very young).
Meanwhile, my goofy ass was born five years after you. I spent a huge chunk of my childhood sitting at the foot of my bed with an old Caliphone record player listening to the Elvis readers digest collection.
My grandmother was obsessed to a level that was quite insane.
My poor grandpa had to make love to his wife under a giant picture of Elvis Presley, and he knew good and well where she was pretending to be. Her cars all had a huge silhouette of Elvis on the back glass and one on the hood with the text reading something like “#1 Elvis Fan”. “‘at was ‘uh perdiest man who ever lived right ‘tar.” Said Grandma.
You would think her obsession would have made me feel the way you felt about it. Something is wrong with me though haha.
I have a few Elvis 8-tracks and records I’d listen to. I’m in my twenties btw. Elvis gets shit on alot but mainstream music before him (with some exceptions) sucked so much ass.
🎶Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners, helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells"bitch"🎶
I don’t really understand song lyrics (rap’s generally easier to understand, but not Eminem, lol), so that’s the first time I realized how it goes and I strongly identify with this.
My parents were both born in 1950, and one of my aunts was born five years earlier. I know those are literally two different generations, but also figuratively. My parents’ favorite musicians were Eric Clapton and Donovan, and my aunt’s was Elvis, the latter of which seemed unbearably old fashioned to me as a kid (and I was born about 30 years after Clapton and Donovan became relevant, but they were still at least enjoyable to listen to even when I was very young).
Meanwhile, my goofy ass was born five years after you. I spent a huge chunk of my childhood sitting at the foot of my bed with an old Caliphone record player listening to the Elvis readers digest collection.
My grandmother was obsessed to a level that was quite insane.
My poor grandpa had to make love to his wife under a giant picture of Elvis Presley, and he knew good and well where she was pretending to be. Her cars all had a huge silhouette of Elvis on the back glass and one on the hood with the text reading something like “#1 Elvis Fan”. “‘at was ‘uh perdiest man who ever lived right ‘tar.” Said Grandma.
You would think her obsession would have made me feel the way you felt about it. Something is wrong with me though haha.
I have a few Elvis 8-tracks and records I’d listen to. I’m in my twenties btw. Elvis gets shit on alot but mainstream music before him (with some exceptions) sucked so much ass.