BP Fallon and I still believe in Elvis Presley, but nevertheless it would’ve been fun to celebrate his 75th birthday tonight with a real live, likely Rick Rubin-collaborating King of Rock still walking strutting this Earth, no? There are so many songs to choose from to toast to that soul, but Lester Bangs’ apropos obit captured the loss all too well with words: “I can guarantee you one thing: we will never again agree on anything as we agreed on Elvis. So I won’t bother saying good-bye to his corpse. I will say good-bye to you.”

David Bowie, still standing, and standing tall at 63 years old, with a shock of blond hair and that demon smile. He’s a good egg, that Bowie, and living proof that drugs don’t always kill. I kid, you know we love him. Don’t be evil, people: Long live Ziggy Stardust!

Last, and certainly least in this context, TwentyFourBit and our founder/editor have turned a year older today. We love our daily readers, followers, and referrers so much for proving that these passions are worthwhile, not to mention for showing that honest music, words, and stories will still move in this (sometimes cynical) cyber medium.

So many things (sad and salient) have happened, and we take every bit to heart, but this isn’t about hits, hoaxes, heroes, or hugs. We’re the good kids and I’m happy to know that you’re the good kids too.

Weird day, indeed. John Frusciante pretty much won the “important music news” slot of the day by confirming that he’s officially tired of writing songs about California. Meanwhile, other bits were flying, binary-style, throughout the [enter social network service here]osphere…

• Cardinals guitarist Neal Casal has a new book of photos from the studio and the road. An intro has been penned by his former frontman Ryan Adams and the afterword is by the Dead’s Phil Lesh. Check out A View of Other Windows on Amazon here.
• I’m just going to quote this: Cirque du Soleil’s latest inspiration “is Elvis and his love of comic books, superheroes and amusement parks.” What about fried peanut butter, bacon, and banana sandwiches?
• Thom Yorke took a break (from the studio?) to drop by Copenhagen for a rant about climate change, America, and the BBC.
• We knew that Weezer had canceled this year’s Raditude dates, but now they’ve called the whole thing off due to doctor’s orders.

One cool thing about Elvis is that even when he acted batsh*t crazy he was still entertaining and strangely loveable. Look no further than yesterday’s latest Elvis auction, which included a signed black belt karate card, a couple jumpsuits, a hideous diamond and gold owl ring, and this strange poem that he penned on custom “From the home of… Elvis Presley” stationary.

Surely, Morrissey won’t be too proud of his pompadour-bearing brethren for being a possible murderer of Connecticut’s official state bird, but the last line in Elvis’s weird poem is kinda similar to Morrissey’s latest single, “Something Is Squeezing My Skull.”

Still, Morrissey cribbing from an Elvis poem is a lot cooler than Coldplay stealing from Satriani.