Baby named Elvis - UPDATE

As you may know, the EIMB empire has sponsored the naming of Brenda's unborn baby. If it's a boy the name shall be Elvis and if it's a girl we have allowed the name Lisa Marie, after the King's granddaughter.

Recently spied of the EIMB have discovered there's an interloper to this most holy of competitions. Some dude named, Paul has purchased the right to name the baby Stephan. Stephan!!!

My loyal subjects, if you can find five dollars in your wallet, please use Fiverr to purchase another ticket for the name Elvis or Lisa Marie. We must triumph over the evil Paul and remove any statistical chance the baby be named - it's even hard for me to write - Stephan.

Please go and do the King's bidding .. go .. go forth .. go now.

Brenda's Fiverr site ---> Name the Baby Elvis
Social Baby site

Name the Baby Elvis

On Fiverr - A commerce site where people will do just about anything for five buck, there's a woman who will let you name her unborn child for five bucks. Of course I had to get in on it - so for five dollars I've requested the baby be named - (no surprise here) Elvis.

I will update you, my loyal subjects as events progress.

Picture of Brenda and her baby Elvis

Fiverr page - don't you suggest another name
Social Baby Page

**Note - notice the protective spirit orbs in the picture. This is going to be one special baby.

Commissioned Poem for EIMB

Oh loyal readers, I have commissioned the esteemed Poet Laureate of the EIMB kingdom, Gracie Smith to write a poem in honor of the mighty King of rock & roll, Elvis Presley. Although this poem cost me a king's fortune it was worth every penny and was so beautiful it brought a tear to this cynical eye.

So now I present to you for your reading pleasure the poem by Gracie Smith.

EIMB

The moon is out shone in her nighttime fling
By florid lights upon the Vegas Strip
And our Queen hath not the glory'd bling
As does the King, his gold suit pois'd to rip.
Nostalgics young and old that do complain
“The techno age holds not the heart for blues,”
Get merciful relief as we reclaim
Our old-time swag; and don't step on those shoes.
And now, we find, the internet doth know
A place for lovers we of rock and roll:
As science freaks and gamer geeks we go
To our circle of most kindred souls.

As we look toward future flush with power,
We've Elvis here forsooth, tis now his hour.

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Forgive me for I am quite verklempt.

Newest EIMB arrives from India

Nik from Hyderabad, India sent this great EIMB picture. He is standing in front of the Charminar (The Great Mosque of the Four Minarets).

New Elvis Picture

I commissioned another Elvis illustration and I have to say this one rocks as much as the last one. Very happy with it indeed. I found the artist, Jake on Fiverr, a website that contracts all kinds of creative work for only five dollars.

If you want to get in contact with Jake you can find him here ------> Jakecamaction

More EiMB fans

Aislin was so incredibly awesome to send a EiMB fan picture (actually paid her five dollars) from Brazil. As President George W. Bush said, "Wow! Brazil is big." - this was very big to me Aislin; you're that cat's pajamas.

Enjoy the picture .. it will appear on the left column in the next couple of days.

Take Me to the River: A poem in honor of EMB

The Mighty Kmuzu has commissioned a poem be created in honor and homage of Elvis in My Basement. The poem was written by the esteemed rhapsodist, Michael Nicholas Hunt. Enjoy my friends .. enjoy

Take me to the River

by Michael Nicholas Hunt

The Strip; Amazon of the desert

draining a rain forest of torrential light

In its psychedelic foliage, I glimpse

glowing, falling then floating down river

a glistening Sun God cape

and flaring rhinestone slacks

billowing in the funky heat

It pumps my adrenalin

like a camera flash

Juiced; I haunt the river bank

rolling dem bones in the jungle

chips rasping like crickets

gilded mosquito swarms humming

exotic birds chiming in

Compulsively I probe, push, and search

in a ritual of rolling sound and vision

It electrifies me with jolts

then shorts out

when bleary eyes

and a bitter taste on tongue

break my trance

And as I float away from the main river

with my headlights pointed for home

towards the dark desert

My radio streams to me 

Memphis Mississippi

Kissing cousin of the Nile

source spring of Cash and Kings

reaching out to me in the darkness

In my dark room

I feel as if I’m underground

groping for a light switch

searching vacantly

nursing a void

like I need to stumble blindly over

Elvis in my basement

and touch his regal mantle

as he rests eternally,

a Southern Pharaoh

in contemplation of afterlife

I would brush my hand over his chops

His lips would curl against the palm of my hand

He would clear his throat

and with an unmistakable Southern Huh!

The King lives

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Copyright 2010 Michael Nicholas Hunt

This poem may not be copied, published or modified without the written consent from  Michael Nicholas Hunt. 

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If you're interested in commissioning a poem from Mr. Hunt you can contact him through Fiverr at Balkanverse.