June 8, 2002
Elvis had had the idea for a long time of the two of us exchanging identities/roles.
Last week he said his gig at the Stork Club Friday in Oakland would
be the time. You don't argue with THE KING ... and besides I think E.E.
is one of the best performance artists ... so...
We kept it totally top secret. His band, and the LUVeR video crew, didn't
know until I came through the packed audience, attacking people sexually
as I made my way to the stage. Only the lead back-up singer Ann was
in on it. I cut my hair and shaved to look like E.E. (people say I look
like Neil Young). E.E. gave me the songs that the band would do.
- CC Rider
- Viva Las Vegas
- Heartbreak Hotel
- Now or Never
- Suspicious Minds
- Devil with a blue dress / Hound Dog"
E.E. and Ann came over to give me the king's jumpsuit and glasses ...
and to get my old wheelchair and glasses. Ann was my contact via cell
phone. I didn't show up outside the club until the band was playing.
Then Ann pushed me ... miked, surrounded by sexy back-up singers ...
into the sea of flesh and onto the stage. The band has been trained
to go with anything. So they went into the set. Ann sang lead with me
... and she and the other back-up singers were all over me. The audience,
for the most part, accepted me ... they poured beer in my mouth, fixed
my sunglasses, pulled my pants off, etc. There was a skinhead who threatened
me ... but the back-up singers went after him with their fists, the
guitarist not far behind. The crowd was also very protective of me.
I saw a crip in the audience (the "real" E.E. playing me)
near the end of the set. I invited him up for a killer duet ... actually
a triad, because of the great voice of Ann ... of "Suspicious Minds."
I heard that some people thought I was making fun of E.E. and then all
limits exploded during the "last" song ... nude, beer soaked
me writhing half out of my chair ripping Ann's top off. The other back-up
singers ripped their own tops off. Then one back-up singer pulled down
her pants, mounted me ... then pissed on me (my first golden shower!)
... then writhed grinding on my lap. (E.E., I can get them to do that
to you!) then it didn't feel like the show was over, so I ordered the
band to do "Don't Be Cruel". The "real" E.E. (playing
me) didn't break character, although the band wanted him to at the end,
although someone slapped him (he was a great crip, but nobody slaps
Frank Moore!), although they almost tipped him out of the chair getting
him off of the stage.
When I was going through the crowd, people kept saying things like
I know of no other performer with the balls to attempt this piece except
June 11, 2002