Late Evening of course

I'm up late... of course! Since a very little boy I don't know if genes began to go to work or if it was the fact that my parents would send me to bed then laugh hysterically at Johnny Carson from the den. I can remember being really little and being so mad! What's the deal? Throwin me in this dark room and going back in the big room and having a big ole time? I guess I'm still doing that somehow. I can remember a high school kid and always being one of the last ones to head for home; that time when you had scouted the four lane for any of your last friends to emerge and they were gone. I don't recommend it to anyone. Just telling the truth. I will say you find out a lot of things you wouldn't know any other way that late... but all in all not enough to warrant it.
That's something that kids don't do now. I'm not sure what they are doing, and maybe that's why generations change it all up. We just drove all over the place since there wasn't much else to do. I had a pet peeve about driving so the people with me had to be passengers; and I had most of the control over what music we were listening to. One of the best compliments I got was after I had moved away to Knoxville and I was so lonely. A friend had caught up with me over a weekend home and told me he was with another friend who used to cruise the backroads with me. That friend said they were together and one of them said, Paul sure had some good music he carried around with him. I've never forgotten that tiny little statement. To me it was a huge compliment ... and I did take pride in listening to at that time what a bunch of ragged teenage boys thought was good music. We were above average however. All past. But some of the music has held up. Music can really lift me. I have a great ear; just no real talent. But I can watch some cartoon I've never seen and look over at Victoria who doesn't care and say, That's the woman from that show that used to be on 10 years ago. And I will be right. Yeeaaaahhh!
All of this attempted humor is really a good sign. It may not be funny, but the mere fact I'm mining for gold is a healthy sign from deep within. What else?
I'm listening to a song right now where the guy said a lyric, 'I'm a songwriter, a professional dreamer" ... sounds like a cool job. I could write a song but it would be on the equivalent of Happy Birthday as opposed to anything that won a grammy. I don't know King Tut by Steve Martin was pretty stupid and I rocked on that for a long time in the seventies. Goes to show you. Some of greatest songs in history aren't that HARD. Louis Louis? Course the genius is around the words and the total incoherence of those words. I almost wrote Ray Charles, "Whatd I Say" but that song is pure genius. The Beatles when they didn't have a lot of songs yet written would start that song when they played in Germany and just never stop it. Almost a whole hour on guitars and drums doing the same hook over and over and over. I think that's hilarious but also genius.
OK I'm ending the most rambling post I've ever put on here. Hope it's an underground hit. Paul's gonna live, friends. Some of you may have known that, but Paul didn't. I'm gone.