As a group, everyone except Bob (center front) had vowed to out-sing him if he once again started to sing “Home On The Range”. As Bob once again began his old favorite, the rest began a rousing (if not tonally accurate) version of “Heartbreak Hotel” . . .
Timothy, a true mockingbird, could imitate anyone, Vladimir Putin, Ronald Reagan, Billy Mays, Madonna, any of the British royals, Lady Gaga . . . anyone. He was growing frantic, though; if he didn’t develop a style of his own, he’d be condemned to B list hotel lounges doing Elvis, Bruce Springsteen and Tom Jones requests for drunk tourists and road warriors for the rest of his life . . .
Al Gore, while touring China with his band The AlGoreRhythms, had played at a prestigious Chinese center of learning and had been asked to speak about how he had invented music several years before inventing the Internet. When several western reporters asked if maybe Bach, Tchaikovsky, Elvis, Al Jolson or various angelic choirs hadn’t maybe preceded him by a little, his response was that those allegations were simply bigoted, uninformed right wing Tea Party propaganda from Sean Hannity or Rush Limbaugh . . .
Elvis (yes, it’s his actual name; his mother had been a big fan) liked to get away from the usual Jailhouse Rock, Heartbreak Hotel, and Hound Dog imitations and considered his specialties to be Fun in Acapulco and Viva Las Vegas. His reaching out for an Elvis-like version of Yellow Submarine hadn’t been as well received . . .
It had been a strange costume party; everyone had come dressed as an assassin. But hey, everyone there was an assassin bug, what could you expect? Still, thought Herman (the host), it would have been nice if someone had been an Elvis , a Mick Jagger, perhaps Madonna, or maybe had worn a Richard Nixon or a Barack Obama mask. But that, thought Herman, was the problem in throwing a party for insects–the hive mentality ran strong . . .
Twyla Sue knew, without doubt, she was a beauty and destine to go places, but she was concerned that such a large percentage of beautiful people seemed to die early. Marylin Monroe, Elvis, Michael Jackson, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Bob Marley, John Belushi and Natalie Wood, all gone before their time. Yet the President, in spite of her repeated letters and emails, had done nothing to get the Surgeon General to look into greater longevity for the beautiful people . . .
