LARRY GELLER - Near the end of March 1977 we were in Baton Rouge. Elvis was feeling horrible. I was in my bedroom, and at seven in the morning my phone rang. Elvis wanted me to come to his room. I went in and he was sitting propped up in bed. He kept shaking his head: Lawrence, man, Im sick. I dont feel good. Theres something wrong. I cant sleep and Ive got to be onstage tonight. That afternoon he still felt rotten, and he cancelled the tour. When he did that, I knew I had to give him some information he did not want to hear. No one was speaking the truth to him. Everyone was just placating him - being obsequious. In Elvis mind, a book [Elvis, What Happened?] was coming out, but he wouldnt admit it was really coming out. But I knew for sure it was. When I think about it, I just cry. I cringe within myself. We went into the bathroom. Two grown men are standing there crying - tears rolling down our faces. I said, Elvis, I love you. Im only telling you the truth because you need to know it. He said to me, What is my little girl going to think when she grows up? What is she going to think of her daddy? I said: Wait a minute, Elvis, what the hell are you saying, man?. What do you mean, what is she going to think of her daddy? Youre going to be there with her. Shell be by your side. Shell know the truth. He said: And my fans will be my fans. They are not going to believe lies. All Im concerned about is my daughter and my daddy. The book is going to hurt them. Thats the only thing I give a shit about. The fans are not going to believe it. Elvis went into the hospital the next day, but he did not let the doctors do any extensive testing. He should have. He knew the end was near. Theres no doubt about it.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 15:14:43 +0000
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