Elvis Tribute Artist Eddie O'Rourke presents A Tribute to The King

For quite some time now, the majority of my gigs have been east of the Mississippi. When I worked the west coast, I stayed in North Hollywood, just off the Sunset Strip. For a guy who grew up in New Jersey, the L A scene was quite an experience. The warmer climate suited me just fine and the occasional meeting with a name actor from TV or the screen was also pretty cool. My first encounter with Las Vegas was back in the days when places like The Dunes , The Sands and The Flamingo still existed. It was the old Vegas…land of the “high rollers” and “jet setters.” A time when I got to rub elbows with some of the old-timers of show-biz.

A particular episode that comes to mind involved the comic Jack E. Leonard…better know as Fat Jack to his friends. Jack was the original master of “insult comedy”, the wizard of instant put-down. Later comics like Don Rickles would capitalize on his style of humor. Leonard was a busy performer on TV and nightclubs. He worked the big rooms in Las Vegas insulting the high rollers and losers alike.

I first met Jack at a rehearsal for ABC’s Hollywood Palace through a friend Jim Blaine who was a production singer in Vegas. Now…I stand 6′ 3″ and slim. Even more slim in those days and as Leonard shook my hand he saw fit to take advantage of that trait. Jack looked me up and down and declared “the last time I saw something as thin as you…it was my shoe lace!”

Fast forward a year or so later and I’m back working the East Coast. Fat Jack was playing the original Copa Cabana in Manhattan and I had a wonderful plan to take this very attractive girl I was dating to the Copa to meet Jack. The club, originally from the 1940s, didn’t have a back stage so the performer had to leave the area across the dance floor and up a few steps through a circular dining area. I got myself a table in his line of exit and, at the appropriate moment, there I was with my hand extended as Leonard made his way from the stage. As my date sat watching I greeted  Jack, reminding him of our earlier meetings. He stood there, for what seemed to be forever, with a look of puzzlement on his face. I sank with visions of going down in flames, right before this gorgeous  gal’s eyes. Leonard put a hand to his forehead and as I got ready to make an apology he suddenly shouted…”THE SHOE LACE!!!” You can’t make this stuff up folks!

Jack E. Leonard ("Fat Jack") in his prime.