Baby loves the king, Act II

Baby heard Elvis live in utero for the second time last night at Ravinia. Elvis sounded fantastic. He even played some fills and took a few guitar solos that prompted Eli, who has derided Elvis' capability as an instrumentalist on more than one occasion, to go with me up to the pavilion to check to see if it was really him playing.(It was!) He did a set by himself and then Emmylou Harris joined him for the remainder of the concert. They played a bunch of his more country-esque songs, especially off of King of America, which was great, only her mic needed to be turned up a bit. The concert lasted until about 11 -- as usual, he was a very generous performer. The only problem was that we had lawn seats and were surrounded by a great deal of suburbanites who were there probably only because it wasn't a classical concert and kibitzed the whole way through, not ceasing their chatter for even a minute to listen to the music or to what Elvis or Emmylou were saying. Many of them left before Alison was even played, probably the only song they knew. When the Chicago Symphony plays Ravinia, gentlemen with large signs stating "Please be quiet during the performance" patrol the park grounds sushing people. While that would be a bit much for a pop show a little more respect would have been in order.

I joked with Eli that when I go into early labor we should start playing Elvis albums in chronological order and see how far we get. We'll head to the hospital around Punch the Clock, hit transition around Blood and Chocolate or King of America, push the baby out during Spike. Somehow I don't think even I am a big enough fan for that!