I promise, this is the final absolute Elvis related blog… for the time being.
It’s mildly entertaining…
I promise, this is the final absolute Elvis related blog… for the time being.
It’s mildly entertaining…
Sadly the 2011 Elvis Festival had to come to an end.
Our final night in town included the Elvis Forever Young Show performed so well by Silas. It also contained the series of events that led to me kissing Elvis several times.
Here’s what we led me to that point of madness where I kissed Elvis and then got sick (boy germs)…
From here we went to the Elvis Forever Young spectacular, which was amazing, but somehow leftt me wanting MORE MORE MORE!!.
So we went for a pub crawl.
First stop was The Broadway Hotel, home to the fantastic, amazing and gorgeous BROADWAY SHOWGIRLS!!! One of the showgirls commented on this blog yesterday! Actual Elvis Festival celebrity! On this blog! OMG!

Poor girls were dancing for tis Blue Elvis who sang Viva Las Vegas several times ...IN A ROW! Nice touch is the tomato sauce bottle over his shoulder
Luckily the lovely Broadway Showgirls were available for photographs…
After enjoying the Showgirls company we signed up for some karaoke. With all the versions of Viva Las Vegas the wait was long so we headed up the street to the Star Hotel where the infamous Bearded Elvis aka The Bondi Bus Driver was doing his thing. So loveable was he, I HAD to kiss him…
We stayed at the Star until closing, so fine was the entertainment. We made our way back to the Broadway Hotel where our song had probably been and gone. We did unfortunately witness the Broadway Showgirls in street clothes absolutely murdering Viva Las Vegas. All the showgirl mystique was brutally washed away, that’s all I’ll say.
Next stop, the Royal Hotel, which was on fire! For some reason, probably the large number of Cuba Libres I drank, there’s not many photos from this point in the evening. Nothing except pics of me kissing Elvis.
Apart from a rather revolting set of photos of me kissing Elvis, this is the last image from the night…
Then it was back to Tent City for Temazapan dreams so we would be fresh for the Elvis Gospel service at 8.30am.
After a good 5 hours of death like sleeping pill snooze we awoke in Tent City refreshed for the day.
First stop breakfast, which was a bacon and egg roll beautifully cooked by the local footy club in the Tent City facilities…
We packed up and left Tent City forever. And headed down to the Elvis Gospel Service. We arrived at the same time as that Superstar… Dean Vegas!
When I look closer at this picture Dean appears a little anxious as he glances in my direction. Does he think I am some new super creepy trans-stalker? Is he thinking “That’s the lady-boi who kissed me at the show?? Is he/she going to kiss me again?? What is he/she??”.
Anyways, on with the show.
I was moved by the Elvis Gospel Service. Perhaps it was the sanctified atmosphere of the Woolworth’s car park, or the uplifting singing that moved me to tears (yes , real tears).
I suspect it was the sleeping pill.
It was lovely right up until the minister asked us to pray. That’s when we left. And P.NElvis had second breakfast.
Almost time to go, we wander up the main street…
Just enough time to pop into a private collection of Elvis ummm, stuff.
After 4 days of Elvis euphoria, sadly, finally it was time to leave Parkes.
Not just time to leave Parkes, but time to remove those sideburns.
The best $3 I ever spent, those sideburns I stuck on my face on Thursday night. Three days later, several showers, daily trips to the pool, sweaty karaoke, hi-jinx, booze ‘n’ food and the sideburns are still there. They don’t want to come off, but come off they must!
Yes, that was painful pulling them off. Not only was removing the sideburns painful, they also left a tan line and a certain sticky substance that took days of scrubbing to completely remove.
So now after a hard day’s photographing Elvii it’s Saturday night, the big night in Parkes for the Elvis Festival.
And we head off to see Silas Lulic in his tribute to Elvis’ early years, “Elvis Forever Young”.
And what a tribute it was! He took on young Elvis faithfully, with no cheese ala Dean Vegas. His performance was incredibly sincere and but not too hung up on doing Elvis vocalisations, which after 3 days starts to drive you insane! Although one table cracked up hysterically every time Silas said “Thank you. Thank you very much.”
Now if you have been looking at this blog over it’s Elvis period you would have seen Silas in black leather, pancake make-up and sweat during the street parade.Well this is what he kicked off the show in…

My oh my. Our table went crazy for his G.I Blues look. The girls (and some boys) were sighing & melting

ANOTHER costume change & Slias is hurtling through Viva Las Vegas. Turnin' day into night time. Turnin' night into daytimeIf you see it once. You'll never be the same again...

Another costume change and it's Elvis's 1968 black leather comeback outfit. HOT! SWEATY! MORE MELTING!

Thankfully he unplugged his guitar as Silas is the best looking bad guitar player I have ever experienced

Black Silas got down with the crowd again. This particular girl was crying, YES! SOBBING! At Dean Vegas. She seems overwhelmed with anther emotion here. Stalkerness perhaps?

Then I ran into some buddies at the bar. The girl I met on our first night in town. The Red Elvis called me shapeshifter
A shapeshifter I hear you ask? As he put it “I’m standing here talking to you and you’re 100% woman. Then I see you over there and it’s a man!”. What the hell does he mean?
From here the night got even funnier. But that’s another blog…
So we rushed (almost) directly from the World Record attempt to watch the street parade, which was mildly amusing, but difficult to photograph from our position directly opposite the media.
All the floats would turn away and mug for the Daily Telegraph, Sydney Morning Herald etc. while we true Elvis and Elvis impersonator fans were left staring at backs.
But wait! There’s more! After the parade there was judging back on the main stage for the look-alike contests. Of course I had to go and of course I had to take a million photos!
Even I am starting to tire of all this Elvis action, but I still have to report on Silas and his spectacular “Elvis Forever Young” Show. Phew, later…
With about 2 hours sleep (P.NElvis got more thanks to temazapan) and feeling pretty crappy we got ourselves out of bed for the 8.30am World Record attempt for the most number of Elvis Impersonators.
Somehow we managed to scrub up, get Elvisified to look like this for the World Record…
After our warm-up photo shoot and dance sequence we headed down to the main stage where all the Elvii were mustering.
And our host for the event? None other than my most favourite cheesy ETA, Dean Vegas who was assisted by Miss Priscilla 2011. Dean hogged the mic and she didn’t get to say a word. Mean Dean.

Lovely stage couple, but I was concerned Dean's red jumpsuit was a little stinky after his hot & sweaty & arousing stage show the night before
Miss Priscilla looked lovely, and I’m guessing that hair was teased and hair-sprayed all weekend long.
Here’s me with her…
I was also lucky enough to have a conversation with Miss Amatuer Priscilla, who swore she would win NEXT year and was disappointed she didn’t get a cool sash like Miss Priscilla 2011′s.
And on to the World Record Attempt…
There was a lot of Elviii, but the Guinness World Record for the largest gathering of Elvis Impersonators was a tough number, 645 set in Las Vegas in November 2011.
The Parkes Elvis Festival only managed 610 and that included about 100 Priscillas, even with Optus handing out free jumpsuits and wigs. In fact they cleaned the town out of it’s jumpsuit, wig, glasses stock.
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Straight after the World Record attempt was another highlight of the Elvis Festival, the street parade. Unfortunately it was both lamer than I hoped and I was sitting in a bad picture taking position, but here’s what I got, plus couple of P.Nelvis’s pics.
Now it’s night time and it’s the right time for the The Seventies Show starring … DEAN VEGAS!! Who you might remember was the first ever Elvis I kissed, EVER.
Anyways, on with the show. I thought it was great.
Schmaltzy, cheesy, idolatry, reverent glamorous and mildly spectacular. There were showgirls after-all, Deans’ own showgirls. And NOT the only showgirls in town cos there are the supertastic Broadway Showgirls too who were used by every Elvis Tribute Artist in Parkes over the weekend.
Mr Vegas would slip from the peculiar Elvis-lite accent many of the ETAs use into his regular Aussie voice. But as I have said before, don’t the girls love him? And I do too…
Before we knew it it was half time, so I went downstairs to use the facilities…

Not sure why this sign needed elaboration, but just so we are clear THIS IS THE FEMALE AND THE LADIES TOILET!!
And I also popped into to see what entertainment was on offer in the cocktail lounge. It was none other than this fellow…
Back upstairs for the second half of the show. By now Dean had whipped the crowd into a frenzy with moves like this …
Let me just reiterate this point… the ladies love Dean…
And I love Dean. He set off the whole chain reaction of kissing Elvii and it all started here…

JamElvis in raptures watching Dean. Moments later I enticed him with my woMANly ways and snagged a kiss
Phew. So exhausted were we after the incredible entertainment that P.Nelvis and I decided to head back to Tent City around 10.30pm for an early night.
Bad idea. Even though I swallowed a mouthful of valium, by 3am I am screaming SHUT UP, SHUT UP!! (yes twice like a mad lady) at my Tent City neighbours.
Through the night there were waves of people coming back to their tents, the flip flop of thongs wandering to and from the toilet, the chattering as people bedded down, every fart, a symphony of snoring.
Tired.
In the afternoon of Day 2 of the Elvis Fest, the Elvis Express chugged into town all the way from Sydney’s Central Station.
About 1000 people turned out to meet the train, many of them Elvii of some sort or another. We met some ladies later that night who were on the train. They said it was madness getting off and had no idea there would be a crazed crowd of Elvii and fans to greet them. And I must say, either did we, but we sure enjoyed the spectacle…
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After a late ‘n boozy night experienced on Day 1 of the Elvis Festival we luxuriated in the 5 star motel accommodation and didn’t leave the room ’til we absolutely HAD to around 9.55am.
So we had a little cruise around town to see what was going on during daylight hours…
After lunch we decided it was time to take a break, cool down, mellow out and get ready for the Elvis Express. So we visited the local pool.

JamElvis with her miracle sideburns: 4 days, 4 trips to the pool, multiple showers, sideburns unmovable
And it was only 3pm! Still another hour until the Elvis Express rolled into town….
I absolutely loved The 2011 Elvis Festival for so many reasons. What an incredible, amazing, ridiculous, hilarious, demented event!
We left Sydney after spending some time Elvisifying the car.
We arrived in Parkes on Thursday afternoon and checked into Tent City, our deluxe accommodation which consisted of a tent in an open field surrounded by about 60 other tents with 50cm between them, cot beds and very skanky mattresses.
P.NElvis was a little aback by the luxury set-up and suggested we find a motel room which we did. Then we hit the town to see the sights! And what sights did we see!
My first true life encounter with an Elvis Tribute Artists was at the Parkes Bowling club with this fellow Rick Gattenhoff…
Rick was also my first photo for the festival WITH a real life ETA (Elvis Tribute Artist)…
It was now late (after 9pm in a country town). The $10 All You Can Eat Buffet at the bowlo was as unappealing as the $10 carvery at the Parkes Services Club, so we wandered down the main drag of Parkes and found the local Chinese restaurant was open and absolutely jumping with people…
After our sumptuous meal we meandered up Clarinda St to see the Elvis action in the Royal Hotel which was having Col’s Karaoke…
We sang a few tunes…
Phew. After much drinking, carousing and karaoke we head home to our single night of comfort.
I kissed an Elvis and I liked it. In fact I liked it so much I went and kissed a few more.
Why did I kiss Elvii (the plural of Elvis)? Because I went to Parkes for the 2011 Elvis Festival and saw Dean Vegas, performing…
You don’t believe Dean Vegas was making the ladies pants dance? See the evidence here…
And I too was a little overcome and rushed the stage demanding a kiss. He hesitated weirdly but let me peck him on the cheek which, FYI, was salty. I suspect he hesitated because the entire weekend I looked like this…
I’m not accusing Mr Dean Vegas of being homophobic. However I suspect he thought he was kissing a man as he peered down through the lights at me with my stuck-on sideburns.
After getting my rocks off kissing Dean Vegas I made a dedicated attempt on Saturday night to kiss some more Elvii…

The second Elvis I kissed, known as the Bearded Elvis and also the Bondi bus driver Elvis. He is very ugly and hilarious

The fourth Elvis I kissed ... 'Big Nose Elvis', also known as Undercover Elvis (I think he's in the LAW enforcement business)

Big Nose Elvis liked my kiss so much he went back for seconds. I much preferred kissing one of his female entourage
I loved the Elvis Festival SO FREEEKIN’MUCH!!! I’ll do a full breakdown right here in the next few days, but for now enjoy me and Mr PN doing Elvis on the hill above Parkes’ notorious Tent City.