"I don't know anything about music. In my line, you don't have to."
Who said it?
I'll give you some hints:
Rockabilly.
Caped White Jumpsuit.
Nothin'? Okay, how about:
Hound Dog.
Jailhouse Rock.
Jailhouse Rock.
Still nothin'? Okay, here's your last chance:
GRACELAND.
If you haven't guessed by now, I really can't help you. Haha. I've never been much of an Elvis fan; that's not to say I dislike him necessarily, just never really took an interest in proactively playing his work. My mother-in-law is an allegiant fan of Mr. Presley; she and Joe's aunt make annual trips to Graceland to engulf themselves in a weekend of homage to the late legend. Today, the undisputed king of Rock and Roll himself touched down in Glen Carbon, IL. Not him, or an impersonator, but a collaborated album of just some of his famed Christmas hits. Nancy is my office's resident Elvis fan, and this morning she came to work with the day's soundtrack in hand. We spent the day off and on listening to Elvis serenade us with that timeless charm that so sweepingly captivated women all across the country in the middle of the 20th century. It put a little spunk to an otherwise repetitive day, which was a welcomed change in the normal flow.
In addition to adding some Elvis to the office, I made it a point this year to add a few other things to my desk.
And the week is underway....
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