This photo of an Elvis painting is from a dive bar in Kingsport, TN. I'm not sure of its name. Written on the sign beneath the bit about not talking on phones is a signature that reads "The Pub". It may in fact just be called The Pub. It seems I end up with a lot of photos of Elvis. I guess because I like him and his music, but I think there is more to it than that; its what he represents to many other people as well. I can't express how happy I was to see this painting hanging next to the bathroom. These kind of places make me smile.

As I've been visiting Kingsport to work on a documentary, I've seen this bar several times and always wanted to go in and check it out. Its windowless and sits at the corner of a building in a dilapidated part of town, which much of Kingsport is. The most wonderful thing happened as I walked through the door, the jukebox was playing, and quite loudly I might add, Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight. I felt as if I'd been transported back in time. It suited the atmosphere perfectly. It occured to me that no other song would really be suitable. The song, the windowless, artificial, unnatural light, the patrons all fulfilled their role in creating the perfect scene. The bar served pickled eggs stored in a big glass jar, upon which a sign in marker read: "My eggs are pickled". I'm describing the things I saw, the sounds, because it was truly so joyful. I asked if I could bring my camera in to take a picture of the Elvis painting and the bartender allowed it. There were so many things to photograph, but I was pleased to just have the photo of the painting.