Calling Elvis… bring your Pink Cadillac

In the afterlife, The King’s first gig was that of a supermarket meat-cutter, his favorite part of the day was hearing about all the stories that claimed that he was still alive and seen at a truck-stop or at a pastry shop, coincidentally during those years Elvis enjoyed sitting at his throne, during his cigarette and lunch breaks —of course— to read all about his tabloid legacy on the fine pages of the National Enquirer et. al…. Ewe Know: the original Fake News.

Of course Ewe’all know that it was the French who invented, Detriot… of course. Rue Rivoli, 17 de agosto, 2018. TimeNow: 18h45 in CET…

TimeStamp: 16h45
in Central Siren Time
we’re back!!!

As the years and technologies went by Elvis grew tired of theclean-up on aisle one” announcements and the ever present ‘roll-back’ smiley faces of the new owners of the mom-and-pop supermarket that he was assigned to spend eternity at; a company by the name of Sam’s, or Walmart, or something like that arrived.

_ the announcement made the cut for the programming on account of the upcoming death anniversary of The King of rock–and–roll, and so this is where August 16th comes in. Just the facts for a Friday night, Ma’am.

Still, even with all of the pull, and all of the power that being the King of motherfucking rock and roll might have afforded Elvis Aaron Presley, he still had to put up with all of the red-tape involved in permits, not to mention, the Rite of Passages involved in every trade.

For instance, Elvis original request to cut the strings from the supermarket industry was in the mid 1980’s after he had requested a spot in the trucking trade, but Hell, he was told, was not a place to enjoy your previous passions, King or Not!

It wasn’t until the arrival of peer-to-peer enterprises that The King saw an opportunity to dump the supermarket scene and venture into the ride-sharing transportation networks that began to sprout at the turn of the first decade of the second millennium, After Baby Jesus was born, —of course.

Yesterday, August 16 of 2018 A.D., Elvis had a break when he was asked if he still had that Pink Cadillac in working order and if he was willing to take a ride on the Freeway of Love and chauffeur THE QUEEN OF SOUL… some guy named Otis Redding was footing the bill.

“I’d knew you’d be a vision in white…

how d’ya get your pants so tight?”

Intermedio — You can go to New Orleans but

don’t play me no Frenchman St. Blues.

[Laughter track]… and then the 40th President of The United States of America continues with Friday morning’s opening Zinger track on MORNING JOE… “Does anybody remember Laughter? ¿Does anybody remember when the MorJo Show would open with a Zeppelin song? Gee–Whizz, Willie Geist! How’bout bringing back those dancing days  again!

… [“The Great Communicator” continues with his speech]

— Ronald W. Reagan:

It was stated best in a letter I received not long ago. A man wrote me and said: “You can go to live in France, but you cannot become a Frenchman. You can go to live in Germany or Turkey or Japan, but you cannot become a German, a Turk, or a Japanese. But anyone, from any corner of the Earth, can come to live in America and become an American.

[Sounds of White Noise ###]

… and then, Hurricane Katrina happened
and The White House forgot about Louisiana,
Fast–forward to Puerto Rico 2017.

Culture Club! Eye reckon that Reagan never met a French Foreign Legionnaire… hey, Cousin Joe, this is part iv of a Tiki Lamp Weekend Edition

[Booker T and The Mig’s play the opening Beat:
Green Onions]

The following must be read in a Sam Rockwell voice.

Toc–toc… — Who’s there … Radio head: STILL To Come, the Ultimate Lumière in our Solar System: Sunlight. « Here Comes The Sun » — the best disinfectant!

The Gipper never met an African wall–climbing immigrant in France… Dear, Cousin, Joe (Scarborough), part iii

Zero Hour
with “The Man of Constant Sorrow”
in Central Europe Time

Previously on asegovia3:

Let’s play Hard Ball!

Hey, Cousin Joe, Eye really love seeing you get all warm and fuzzy about the man whose very economic policies of the 1980’s made it a possibility for assholes like Donald J. Trump to thrive in a dog–eat–dog world, sure he made Amnesty for millions happen, but then again, it was in tandem with an illegal war that armed the Vice-president’s enemy (Saddam Hussein) to the teeth, made of crack cocaine (an American Original) all the RAGE in South Central L. A., and actually planted the seeds that rooted into what would become “La Mara Salvatrucha” (opposite to the 18th Street gang in Los Ángeles).

Dear, Cousin Joe ( Scarborough)… Say hello to The Reverend

The Gipper never met a Legionnaire, part ii

The good thing about this blog is that the Reverend Al Sharpton never reads this most inconsequential blog… we [the staff] wonder if The Reverend likes Jazz, or Jamaican Rock Steady, or if the music of his Soul only makes the stop on Gospel road?

Album cover courtesy of Siren Central, in Europe Currency, —of course—; quote in Red and Blue is courtesy of Ronald Reagan’s last official remarks at the Presentation Ceremony for the Presidential Medal of Freedom on January 19, 1989… the scribbles are all from the staff.

… actually, Cousin Joe, that opening quote for today’s Morjo Show was not from “The Gipper’s” Farewell Address in 1989, according to this source:

no Biggie–Smalls.

TimeStamp: 19h56in Central Nato Time—time to play chess… tell us Mika, Who do You Love

It seems that the Sirens are picking up a thing or two from The American Experience because they are throwing “curve balls” in between “innings”, let me tell’ya: A fanny thing happened on the Way to The Forum, a SeaGull put a lifesaving jacket on a Schnitzel dog… Oh, The Humanity.

Coming up in the programming:
“Sirens, tell me something that Chris Matthews doesn’t know?

… in the Mean Time at 21 hundred hours on 103.9 FM, —over the waves of La Seine : Words, don’t Come Easy… it isn’t Easy— Words don’t come Easy!

Ladies in Gemeni, Synchronicity: the Front Page of The interWebs.

Come on and Join the Band/Smoke on the Water follows on the same Freq… while Paul Simon plays the role of a motherfucking Puerto Rican Vampire, —or something like that, while Edie Brickell “Mete MANO”… ¡AL MAMBO!!!