New Year’s Eve Advice From Blelvis
Blelvis spots me at the corner of 18th and Columbia. It’s 1:15 p.m., the sky is an icy blue. The sun is out strong. Blelvis admits that seeing Blelvis during the day is a sad sight. A bushy beard has covered up his trademark mutton chops like so much overgrown ivy. His voice has none of his trademark Elvis growl. His lips don’t quiver. It’s just Blelvis the man. And this man happens to be behind on his rent on his Georgia Avenue abode.
Blelvis suggests we all buy this album or maybe this one to blast on New Year’s Eve.
Blelvis’ other advice is more personal. “Blelvis needs some help,” he says. “How many times you seen Blelvis during the day?” You want to know what I ate for Christmas? Half a loaf of bread.”
Blelvis says he spent all his X-mas dough on his four kids and half his rent. Now he’s being threatened with eviction. “As soon as it gets cold,” he says. “I get homeless.”
For the last three hours, Blelvis has been trying to do his thing. So far he’s got nothing to show for his efforts. “There’s no one to really sing to,” he complains. “There’s no one that really knows me.”
Blelvis says will be appearing around Wonderland on New Year’s Eve. So stop by and help the man out.


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December 27th, 2007 at 4:55 pm
Aww, Man, I love Blel, but he told this same story to me around 1988-89. I know it was that early because the guy I was with said something stupid like, “Elvis died 10 years ago TODAY!” which was like a year or two late.
Blel needs to clean up his act once and for all, not every winter for the last 20-25 years. I’m sorry, much love to the guy, but tough love too. I’ll pay to see him play, I’ll sing the Eat Ito Eat on the sidewalk with him, heck, I’d hire the guy, but I won’t give him a handout anymore.
December 28th, 2007 at 2:41 pm
I ran into the man himself on 16th and whatever last week. I haven’t seen him in a few years; he told me he had been in Denver. I don’t think Denver was ready for Blelvis. Anyway, we did the word association game: spaghetti, blowfish, and marzipan. His answers were some italian song, some song about sticking ‘it’, and Candy. He did have to ask what marzipan was first though.
Also, he tried to give us a humidifier that was actually a dehumidifier.