This is my best Elvis impersonation, doing of course what Elvis did best  --gospel. Everybody knows it. Running is futile as all movements FROM the spot are illusory attempts to evade authentic movement (catharsis) AT the spot --Kierkegaard actually.

I may be onto more air than guitar, but I suspect Nietzsche would have found the plebian rockabilly beat abhorrent though inevitable as evidenced by his eerily prescient tapping fingers. Intuiting the Dionysian onset of Elvis, Zarathustra elected a final catatonia of the intellect. Twilight of the idols indeed.

This video appears in J. Robert Lennon's Litlab along with my 'manifesto' on the Grand Rapprochement:

http://litlab.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html