Welcome to the Working Week: Elvis Costello

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  1. Hedley Says:

    Oh my, from “My Aim is True”. When I left the Bank of England in August 1977, this had just been released and Madeleine gave it to me as a farewell gift. A gal from the East End she would greet me with “You’re really nice, but you’re really stupid”. She was very astute.

    Many years in the future, I spent an hour back stage with Elvis talking about our days as bank clerks, he was with the Midland Bank. He autographed this album and records that I stuck in front of him, we talked everything except stuff like favorite songs (New Amsterdam is my all time fav Costello). He was the most down to earth normal guy.

    Love the pick today Kat – and for all your readers in, or from the old country, enjoy bonfire night and “Light up the skies with Standard Fireworks”

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      Glad you’re enjoying the pick today! I didn’t know Elvis was a bank clerk, didn’t know you were either. I did know his name is Declan which my niece also named her son.

      Madeleine was a bit blunt and I would disagree with her.

      Of course you met Elvis and chatted with him for an hour! How lucky you toted all those albums with you! I like it when people, despite their fame, are down to earth, regular guys.

      I shall hang my Guy Fawkes effigy in the tree and light off my sparkler in honor of the day!

      • Hedley Says:

        Way back when they had “hold in glove” fireworks (think I have lost all my fingers and have an awful burn), maybe you should just fire up a roman candle and a Catherine wheel (subliminal) and leave it at that

      • Hedley Says:

        Elvis provided the backstage passes for us, so I had plenty of time to find the must autograph stuff.

      • katry Says:

        MDH,
        How did he know you to leave the passes?

      • Hedley Says:

        Kat,
        My daughter had taken without permission my wife’s brand new Cadillac and backed it in to another car at the bank. We had tickets to the Emmylou and Elvis show in Rochester and on the day of the show Mrs MDH and daughter were out getting a price on repair and drove past the Royal Park hotel to see if the tour buses were there.

        They spotted both buses, ran home and picked up a couple of album covers if they saw Elvis or Emmylou. Elvis came out and my daughter ran up to him and said something along the lines of “Mr Costello would you sign this for my Dad, I am in big trouble as I crashed his car” – Costello responded “Did you just scrap it or really dent it”. …”Really dented it”

        Very quickly Mrs MDH, my daughter and Elvis are laughing, Elvis asks if she is coming to the show and ends up giving my daughter two tickets stage center and in the 5th row – he also gives us 6 back stage passes.

        Upon receiving the news, I left my desk, heading home at high speed and sorted my Elvis and Emmylou stuff.

        After a fabulous show, Elvis walked back stage and my daughter ran up to him and announced “Mr Costello, I would like you to meet my Dad”, to which he responded “Sorry to hear about your car”. He and Emmylou had just played three hours.

        In my study hangs a signed copy of “Trust” which reads “To Hedley, Don’t worry about a few dents, you have a wonderful daughter, Elvis Costello”

        I do.

    • katry Says:

      MDH,
      I have no real fireworks-they are illegal in this state, and I’d have to go all the way to New Hampshire to get them.

      • katry Says:

        My Dear Hedley,
        That is the best story. That dent was pure serendipity as was the timing of seeing the buses. Elvis was wonderful-loved his conversation with your daughter as well as his inscription to you. What is a dent in comparison to that whole experience?

        Your daughter knew the best way to your heart!


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