Freaky Friday: “Elvis is Everywhere”
Posted by purplemary54 on April 11, 2014
I’m a little off today. The contractors stayed late working on the laundry room (and apparently went on a heroic quest for the new back door). But if there’s anything that can pick me up, it’s the thought that Elvis really is everywhere.
I’m sure the conspiracy theories and tabloid stories began within just a few days of Elvis Presley’s death. If Americans love anything more than Elvis, it’s a good conspiracy theory. Elvis didn’t die; he was abducted by aliens. Or he grew a beard and became a long-haul trucker. The denial of his passing was just the way some people dealt with losing their idol. It’s almost a secular version of Jesus’ death and resurrection (appropriate since Easter is almost here).
Now that I’m thinking about it, that seems to be what most conspiracy theories are about: denial. Holocaust deniers. 9/11 truthers. Kennedy assassination hobbyists. Civil War re-enactors who rig it so the South wins. Fanfiction “fix-it” stories (which might explain what’s been wrong with Agents of SHIELD all season). If they deny something traumatic or unpleasant happens, if they find “evidence” that something else happened instead, then the thing they’re denying didn’t really happen. Or at least it didn’t happen the way everyone else says it did. You can see it happening in real time with Malaysian Airlines 370. Those people demanding answers and proof that the plane crashed into the ocean are trying to find a way to cope. (Of course, to be fair, there is something really hinky about the whole thing.)
We all want life to be easy, for there to be answers to all of our questions. My biggest question right now is how I got from Mojo Nixon to conspiracy theories, but hey, let’s just roll with it. As a Buddhist, I do believe that in some sense, Elvis never really left the building. No one is ever really gone; they’re just on another plane of existence. Their energy is still part of the universe. But that doesn’t answer all the questions, and it doesn’t make actual life any easier knowing that. I’ll still have to get up and deal with bills and dishes tomorrow. Chop wood and carry water.
But at least I know that I’ve got a little Elvis in me.