Elvis Presley. The King. He cured the sick; raised the dead; walked on water; was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell, where he met up with those handsome devils, and Presley acolytes known as The Lustre Kings. The Lustre Kings have been burning up the American highway for years, but always manage to stop by Rochester to celebrate the birth of Elvis Presley who, if he hadn't checked out on the throne in 1977, would be blowing out 80 candles on his cake.