I've always felt that Elvis embodied America just perfectly. The drug addled, too much-too soon approach to life, the frivolous waste, the binging, the obsession with fame, youth and beauty, the thuggery of the hierarchy of his entourage, the stealing of native musical styles to be co-opted for a white audience...ad nauseum.
It's a perfect match. Elvis is simultaneously the American Dream and its own worst nightmare.
With that, I posit this query. How exactly did this guy...
become this guy?...
Oh, I see. Here's how.
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