I met Elvis on the TV screen, as many teenagers born from the late thirties onwards. He could sing, move, act. He was handsome, charismatic, all the women fell in love with him. I immediately decided, as any other male kid (the female ones would rather have had the original, instead), I wanted to be like him, or better, be him. Then, Happy Days, Grease, The Wanderers, the Stray Cats and all the rockabilly revival came. Rock’n’Roll hit me like lightning in the darkness. I suddenly became what I am today, a man who lives for the sake of Rock’n’Roll. Back in those groovy days without mobile phones or internet, the meeting of other rocknauts from all over Italy and abroad generated the knowledge of a variety of Kings of Rock’n’Roll: Haley, Gene and Eddie, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Fats and Jerry Lee, Holly, Orbison and Perkins just to name the biggest. Some of them were the wildest, according to the UK’s Teddy Boys latest fad; like Gene and Eddie, Chuck or Richard, and many of us here, according to our Teds’ way of rockin’, agreed, putting Elvis down, and blaming him for becoming a silly sixties movie singer. It took me several years to put Elvis back into my already huge discography, and into my idea of Rock’n’Roll; to revalue the singer and his infinite ways of interpreting genres and styles; and overall, to discover the man behind the character, and his soul. I’ve heard many Elvis stylists and impersonators during the years, and mostly I did not like them. I must admit, singing his songs is a hard game. And the hardest part is to try to give a personal flavor, with your own voice and style. I often thought about giving my apologies to Elvis for having snubbed him such a long time. Often, in my own band’s talk of the town, that topic came up, discussing which song to be sung by who, and how to arrange the tracks with that Good Fellas feel - most of all, how not to be copycats. Speaking about friends and guests to share this tribute show with. As always, everybody said enthusiastically yeah, but then declined last minute. Therefore, we did it Good Fellas way, as always. I am forty-five this year, three years older than he was when he passed away. He could have been seventy-five today. Please forgive Charlie, Rico, and me, as we dared to sing Elvis’ music. We did it, as always, our way; with great respect.