Watch it and weep. What happened to Elvis? He’s so tacky and he’s so drugged he can barely stand. He used to be cool, yes he did. Some people can survive massive fame with their sanity intact, but it seems Elvis was not one of them. Elvis had no mind of his own, really. He just wanted money and food and pills and girls in white panties, all of which he got plenty of, at the cost of any shred of dignity he may ever have had. The whole Elvis cult is very weird and alien to me, very uniquely lower American and frankly a bit offputting, yet I find myself frequently defending him. There are Elvis Fans and there are Elvis fans. The hardcore Elvis Fans are most likely insane in the brain, but there are some of us who merely enjoy some of his music and that’s an embattled position. I’m always arguing that if you look past the horrendously bad taste swirling around the icon, you find a rather good singer lurking underneath. Especially in the early years. Liking Elvis shouldn’t have to be a deep dark secret. It’s ok. Burning Love is a good song. The jumpsuit may be bad, but the song is good. Really.