I was nesting in the rafters of a nearby tavern when a voice emerged from a stranger's trousers. It advised me to make music out of disused kitchen appliances. Music lovers everywhere snarled at the sound of my acoustic cheese grater so I fiddled with a frying pan and ratcheted the electric toaster up to 8. That did the trick and I soon had the audience done on both sides.Then came the club circuit. Oh woe times woe! Peeved and peckish I lumbered with awkward utensils to no avail. Sad, sad times. Then disaster struck when the coffee filters popped.There was only one thing left to do: I split myself into four personalities and formed a band. And that is the story of how Elvis Presley came into being.
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