Check out this video of my nephew rockin' out to The King. I like to give myself a little credit for this musical preference. I'm an Elvis fan and when Jack was born, I hauled ass from Minneapolis to Chicago to see him. At the tender age of 4 days, I sang him one of, if not his first, lullaby: In the Ghetto.
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
Well, the Chicago and baby part were true even if the morning and ghetto part weren't.