I made an impulse buy of a $30 Elvis suit 3 weeks before leaving Australia in Jan 2008 to travel for a year.
It's crap....and now it's coming with me.
I don't sound like Elvis, look like Elvis, or sing like Elvis.
I am Crap Elvis.


World trip montage - Crap Elvis in 25 countries

Saturday, January 17, 2009

New videos and other stuff

Have just chucked a little videoblog together of my Parkes Elvis Festival experience...

There were TV Crap sightings on ABC, SBS, Channel Seven. Channel Ten journo Brett Mason kindly sent me his report from the national news with a brief bit of Crap in it. Here ya go...

Also caught up with Jess Perriam from the ABC for an interview and a laugh -

I wrote Crap Elvis' Top Five travel destinations for the Sydney Morning Herald

Brief mention in The Australian

Couple of older articles that I forgot to post up from The Sunday Times (Perth)

Also recent nice radio chats to Gavin Miller on 6PR, Jamie McDonald on Talking Back The Night (41 stations across Australia), and Jeff Burzacott on 5AA

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

a MASSIVE hunka love - Parkes Elvis Festival recap

Crap Elvis levitating above the mainstage

"The owner of the light blue Datsun, you've left your lights on"

Well, that was interesting! Despite the heavy rains just before showtime, an astonishing amount of people stuck around to be entertained/offended during the mainstage performance (photos above). They expected Crap, and they got it. Although it did seem all too easy to convince them to sing the word's "You can't sing and you're crap. We don't doubt that. In fact you're just a loser baby" to the end of the show's final song "Suspicious Bags" (to the tune of Suspicious Minds).
Because of the rain, the video was shot from the stage so unfortunately the sound didn't turn out too great, so I'll hopefully pop the video of the performance from The Dock on the site tomorrow instead.

And the festival in general? Amazing (biggest one ever), surreal (gangs of marauding Elvii everywhere you look), and ultra friendly. The official symbol of international friendship has to be the Elvis suit. In fact, whilst I was chatting to Gordon the Scottish Elvis, he informally put forward his plan to solve the middle east crisis. Suddenly it all made sense. Who could possibly act violently towards a man in a white jumpsuit and cheap wig. If the UN are reading this now (could happen), forget about aid packages for both sides, let's airdrop Elvis suits to Hammas and Israel and turn the Gaza strip into a Vegas strip. Job done. Right, Zimbabwe you're next (anyone know Mugabe's shoe size?).

And to follow up from a previous post....you want a woman in a knitted Elvis wig....here you go...

How about the local mayor in a jumpsuit

In fact a man in a $30 Elvis suit could almost go unnoticed. Almost.

But not a man dressed as a cow...dressed as Elvis.
(didn't get photos of the koala and giraffe also gyrating, but they were there)

When marketing gets carried away...

Where does she think she's going in that suit? Round the world?!

It's always the same. You wait ages for a Priscilla to come along, then 9 come along at once.

Another day, another gig on a train in the world's worst Elvis suit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I will now put my pants back on"

And they all lived happily ever after.

Local boy 75 year old Stan. The wig started as a small hairy mole.

"Live" at The Dock bar/restaurant. Some say it had an "unplugged" feel about it. Most reckon that the sound system should have been.

Will sing for drinks.

Onstage at the Parkes Hotel. Someone must have left chewing gum on the floor.

Collective noun suggestions for a group of Elvis' (Elvii):
A burger/jumpsuit/hunka/karaoke/tragic of Elvii. Any more, let me know at crapelvis@gmail.com.

"Thankyou. I'll be here all weekend. Try the burgers"

Saturday, January 10, 2009

London, Moscow, Paris, Rio........Parkes: Crap Elvis returns to the Elvis Festival

Just a real quick post. After 25 countries across the world, the trip has spat me back out at the Parkes Elvis Festival in Australia. It's pure Elvis madness.
I've met a woman who knitted her own Elvis wig, shaken hands with the town's mayor who was also in full Elvis gear.....and have just finished a full set of Crap Elvis tunes on the town's mainstage.
Despite some die-hard Elvis fans obviously organising the weather against me, with the only torrential storm of the day starting just before my performance, I was reckoning around the 14 minute mark before I'd get booed off. Fortunately the storm messed with people's logical side of the brain and I managed the full half hour to rapturous and worrying applause.
Now for some rest for another gig in 2 hours time.....
Photos, videos to follow in next couple of days.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Crap Elvis video montage

Ooh, a new year treat!
As the trip draws to a well overdue close in the next couple of weeks, I've slapped together video clips of Crap Elvis sightings in every country from the past 12 months.

Currently still in Indonesia, but next stop Parkes, NSW, Australia for the Parkes Elvis Festival.
It ain't over till the Crap Elvis sings....

It's Merpati and I'll cry if I want to: Crap Elvis in Lombok, Indonesia

Crapppppppppy new yeaaaaaaaaaaaar!

Somewhere on an island off Lombok, which is an island off Bali, a man in a cheap Elvis suit is accepted and respected. Maybe if they had better connections to the outside world on Gili Trawangan they may be a little more disappointed. But this is a place with salt water showers, no cars, and horse drawn taxis so I've got to take these opportunities while I can.

Coz tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1969.

So in the run-up to New Year's Eve on Gil Trawangan, I'd strapped in for a 20 minute flight on Merpati Air from Bali to Lombok (am still wondering what happens in the final 1 hour 40 minutes of the inflight movie). Aa few days were spent on the south coast chasing waves, and avoiding cows, chickens and coconuts in the road.

The service station attendent may have been young, but at least she put her cigarette out before serving me. The official unit of petrol in Lombok is "old whisky bottle."

Interesting choice of business name. But whatever turns you on hey?

Traditional stick fighting. Shortly afterwards it descended into an all in brawl which the police had to break up. Who'd have thought that something so simple as 2 men beating each other with long sharp poles would lead to violence.

Rush hour.

I was very lucky to witness the world record attempt for "how many people can you get in a tiny minibus"....

...but even luckier to see the world record attempt at "how many people can you fit on a moped"