Ode to Paul Berlin

I never thought Paul would leave the airways. I loved the Glenn Miller sound of “In the Mood” because those times kept me in the mood. Young and alone, I was oh-so new to “romance” and Paul thought his selection of really unique songs of those once-only times rang my chime. I was a late bloomer and always dreamed of having a six-pack and being in love and having a California tan and driving an AC Cobra to the limit (unfortunately). If Paul could play Jo Stafford’s “Teach Me Tonight”, how could he be a bad egg? If he supported Louis Prima and Keely Smith and to boot was with Sam Phillips in that hick recording studio, maybe he even knew Chet Atkins back when Chet could just pick out one tune at a time. Paul was a pure class guy like Paul Boesch of wrestling fame. They made Houston as much as Robert Ruark wrote about what became my home. Home away from home — I always wanted to make it in Dallas, but as Mickey Gilly sings, “If you ever get to Houston, look me down!” My sentiments exactly. Someone replaced Paul with his million-dollar personality and I called for an oldie, but goody and this cad said, “Requests are simply over!” What a snob — I should have challenged him to the links, but since you keep your own score in golf, I knew that was out. A lot of us, like Paul, came to Houston –I think by chance — took it on a dare, and ended up loving it. Because it is a comprehensive adventure that won’t wash off in car wash. Just the doctors will keep you well and Houston is based on your medical health. So stick out your tongue for all of us and you don’t have to sing, Paul. Everyone does for you. The songs of the ’40s and ’50s give you real clues from people who gave you hints, and in the end they were “Love just walked in and said, ‘Hello!’” A time tunnel is necessary if one is to find true love again. The old songs tell it all as “As Time Goes By.” I also did security work with a dynamic African-American individual named Larry Alexander who was an early, early Houston rock and roll deejay. He had perfect diction and no one knew he was black back then. I have tried to research him out, but I am at a dead end. It is how you “spun the wax” that the personality became a star. The more you pushed a record, the better off the newcomer was. Exposure. A lot of these early guys made entertainment spread from a very small level. Thanks! The old term was “They would give it a plug!”

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