What About Elvis?

“Damn Clyde, take a look-see at this one!” Delton said as he handed him an envelope and the wrinkled one page form and began laughing uncontrollably.

Clyde took the form, pushing away the stack of envelopes and other forms, which were now piled high on his desk like mounds of packing material in an Amazon warehouse.

After glancing at the scribbled handwriting he quickly scanned the rest of the application and started laughing so hard he almost couldn’t catch his breath.

“Can you believe it? This guy must either be the last of the great jokesters or is totally delusional,” remarked Delton, now bent over and trying to catch his breath. “Eighty fricking years old!” he exclaimed. “This old codger is still trying to do his thing.”

“Man oh man, this contest attracts one nut case after another,” Clyde shouted back still laughing. “I think I peed my pants!”

The contest, as Clyde referred to it, was the Tenth Annual event featuring Elvis Tribute Artists who were invited to come and perform in the small town of River Bottom, Mississippi….just a stone’s throw from Elvis’ birth place in Tupelo.

No one would have predicted years back that Clyde and Delton, partners in the CD Recording Studio and CD Records and desperate for a break, would have become so successful with their tribute idea.

Back then with new technology available in the music industry their business fell off faster than water flowing down the Mississippi after a spring rain. The last recording artist they had signed for their label was a local woman whose “thing” was recording Southern fried food recipes in different languages.

Its sales were slower than an earthworm crawling up a slippery slope. Not being a big seller would be putting it mildly.
With new software available on the cheap, along with bargain basement computers, garage band record producers by the thousands had cut into their business. Clyde and Delton knew they were fighting a losing battle against recording software that emulated what old studio consoles and tape recorders could do at a fraction of the price. After a few beers they would begin cursing the most widely used programs like ‘GarageBand’ owned by Apple.

“Why oh why Clyde, do we not have any luck, hell even clocks tell the right time twice a day,” Delton lamented.

When the pair got down in the dumps they liked to recall the story of what happened at Sun Records many years earlier when someone walked in and knocked the socks off the owner. They always hoped it would be their salvation as well.

As the story goes, it seems as if Jerry Lee Lewis was playing the piano for a Carl Perkins recording session when Elvis Presley walked in unannounced. At the end of the Perkins session, the owner of Sun Records Sam Phillips took Elvis aside and had him do a quick audition.

What happened next turned out to be an incredible story in its own right.

For more of this frivolity check out the book on Amazon.com

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Down Wind….

The boat rising with each wave and then gently
Settling down until another wave lifts the bow
Once again in harmony with the water.

Waves rolling through the water
Like the rhythm of a slow drum beat.

A warm summer breeze
Fills the white billowing sails as the
Journey continues to here and there and nowhere.

On the water once more,
Embracing the calm of the moment.
Quietness interrupted only by an occasional splash
Of water on the bow.

The sun in full afternoon strength
Caresses the face and body
With rays of healing warmth.

Gliding through the green blue water.
Gleaming white crests bouncing
Gently off the port side.

Ah, alone with nature and feeling
Free as the wind in open waters.

Sailing on the beautiful sea
Brings an unexpected tranquility
Clearing a mind filled with thoughts
Of yesterday and tomorrow.

Troubles and concerns left behind
Enjoying these liberating moments
Which come sailing………”Down Wind”.

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Now and Then

Considering that each recent, or not so recent, generation of humanoids is given a name to categorize those that are born in a particular time period, it is fitting that we review how meanings of words have changed.  These words are only a sample….do you have others?

The Millennial Generation                                   The Boomer Generation

Text as in sending a message                              Text are words written on a page           Download as in music/video’s                              Download..taking a crap.

Apps [as in download]                                             Apps….is this a mountain range somewhere?

Voice message, oh we don’t do that!                 Voice message when no one answers a phone

Quiche  as in hot looking                                         Quiche…….something for lunch

Tweet as in sending a message via Twitter         Tweet…..wasn’t it “Tweetie Bird”

Facebook a connection app                                    Facebook is a book with lots of photos

Trolling as in making critical comments             Trolling as in a group of walking Trolls?

On line….using one’s computer                              On line waiting to check out

My bad…..an apology  for a mistake                     My bad….. mispronounciation of my bed

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Is Elvis In The House?

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No this isn’t Elvis…..not even a good representation of old St. Nick.  It’s your author hiding behind a scratchy beard and a pillow stuffed waist coat [you didn’t think I was that fat did you?]   Anyway, the latest book by djv murphy has now landed on Amazon.com and can be found at the website noted below.  Here is a lead in teaser to encourage you to either buy the book or leave a terrific five star review as your Christmas or Hanukah present to djvthewriter. “The short stories in “Elvis Tribute” include a wide range of themes and venues from a humorous look at an Elvis Presley Tribute Contest to a true story of a 1930’s embezzler, a whiz kid hacker, a detective story, and a non-fiction account of a soldiers story from WWII.  It has been called a terrific read by the editor and friends of the writer!”

p.s. Happy Holidays!



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Happy Halloween


Yes it’s that time of the year when all holidays seem to morph into
one another.
What happened to Holidays in America?
*Late August we have Halloween displays in retail stores.
*Early October we have Thanksgiving promotions.
*Early November we have Christmas displays and Black Friday!
Thank God for the end of December when EVERYTHING holiday related
goes on sale…and then there is January and hype for the Super Bowl[February] and the College Football playoffs holiday season.

So have a happy holiday, whichever one warms the “cockles” of your heart.
[A cockle is a small, edible, saltwater clam, a marine bivalve mollusk and not sure how this was connected to one’s heart…but probably an old English phrase…you know how those English people seem to try and confuse with their take on language].

p.s. Why the Elvis book cover in this post?  Because it is available one Amazon.com the beginning of November!

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Currently writing a new book of short stories “Elvis And Other Incredible Stories” which will feature an Elvis Tribute Contest held annually in River Bottom, Mississippi [just a stones throw from T…

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Oh Boy [not just for boys!]

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Boys of all ages [but particularly ones who are very young] and maybe a few outside the box girls will love this book:

                                                     Chapter One

                                                   The Beginning

“Would you please leave the room!” was the most recurrent directive or command Cheeky heard from his family, peers, schoolteachers, and others.

“My God Cheeky, don’t you ever stop?” was the second-most recurring refrain he heard from anyone within hearing or smelling distance.

It wasn’t that Cheeky was a bad kid, or that he didn’t help around the house, do his studies as required, or work a part-time job to save for college.  No, Cheeky had either a gift or a curse depending on one’s perspective.

Cheeky had what doctors referred to as “flatulence extraordinaire”. His friends called it “cutting the cheese”. His teachers called it “passing gas”. It was a subject that few wanted to even acknowledge that existed, but in his case it did….and did in a big bang way.

Cheeky couldn’t help himself.  He was lactose intolerant, loved legumes and veggies, drank through a straw, inhaled soda, and enjoyed all of the other food-related fart-inducing actions.

One Christmas his family bought Cheeky a charcoal filtered seat cushion, hoping that it would eliminate the odor from some of his more “deadly” farts.  It worked very well, but only when he was sitting down, which was not often enough.

His parents began noticing their son’s problem when he was only an infant.  Granted he was like any other cute baby, with a constant flow of greenish-colored slimy “caca”.  But he was also passing a lot of gas.


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