EC Anonymous?

[staggerlee]

This happened to me a while ago and I was wondering if any other Forumites had had similar experiences.

Just before WIWC was released I picked up some of the Rhino rereleases, which - to make a long story short - sparked a TOTAL ELVIS BLOWOUT. For the better part of two years I could listen to little besides Elvis; I was reabsorbing the stuff I knew from years past and soaking up all the new/archival stuff that was on the rereleases and on the few albums I hadn't ever owned.

By the last six months I was pathologically incapable of listening to anything except The Little Hands O'Concrete. I'd put on an album by someone else, or turn on the radio, and I couldn't take it, because it wasn't Him. I was sick of the sound of his voice but I couldn't stop. Betty Ford nearly had to be called in.

When North came out that snapped me out of the trance I had been in — never before have I been so glad to have disliked an album!

Anyhow, the upshot of all this was that my wife now hates EC with a passion. Who once was a fan. And it nearly ruined our marriage.

Now, a couple of years on, we're over all that. I can enjoy an Elvis song in moderation, and Mrs. Stagger doesn't run screaming from the room when she hears the opening chords to "Uncomplicated" twang out. But the whole did leave scars.

Does anyone else have similar — or worse — stories of excess, "bottoming out", using fake identities and multiple credit cards to buy expensive acetates and gig posters on eBay, maybe?

[SweetPear]

That's so funny....and an eerily familiar scenerio too, especially the part about North snapping me out of my "trance".
My husband was always an EC fan. (My Aim Is True was one of the things that had originally drawn us together.) I know my Elvis overload has definately turned him off. It's not so much that he dislikes him, it's more like he thinks he "jumped the shark" a long time ago.
I just put up with that because I need someone to escort me to EC's shows.

[Dr. Luther]

I suppose that I am in denial -- I listened to North a couple of days ago for the 1st time in about 6 months and found it to be wonderful.

(You folks will be on your knees, sweating, begging for just a little taste of North at some point in the future...)

[Mr. Average]

It's all relative, isn't it? My wife has concluded that since I have far more EC titles in my LP/CD collection then the next closest artist (Miles) that I will enjoy anything Elvis. Here's the problem:

I have a reputation for being quite frugal, and my wife has a reputation for knowing how to shop ( I mean, really knowing how to shop!) on EBay. That combination is brutal, because if she see's something Elvis, and she can get it for CHEAP, she will buy it for me. I have more shitty homemade EC t-shirts that will never see the light of day (great oversized sleep shirts),

She recently bid on, and won, an Elvis chram for one of those Italian charm bracelets. As fate would have it, I don't prefer to wear bracelets of any kind.

So I have this charm. At my age, in order to see the image of Elvis lifted from MAIT, I need to find my eyeglasses, which have been misplaced for about 2 months.

So I have that going for me. And on my deathbed, I have the asurrance that I will receive Total Consciousness. Carl and I. Together. Licensed to kill gophers, by the government of the United Nations.