Have to admit, this latest media hype is better than the MJ blitz. Walter C's too. Yeah, I'm down in the basement tonight kinda mellow. Kinda broke. Kinda out of work. Kind of old. and, kind of young. I'm thinking back on the Neil Young first step on the moon. (oops, no that was Neil Armstrong!) Shit, I dunno, same difference I guess. Harvest Moon, yeah that was Neil Young. I was remembering how I felt on that July night back in 19 and 69. Back in the day. I was 22 and just starting out. Didn't know much about history................
Don't know much biology Don't know much about a science book Don't know much about the french I took But I do know that I love you And I know that if you love me too What a wonderful world this would be Yeah. Sam Cooke. And me. I sure didn't know much. I'm sitting here tonight breathing in the same smell of the humid summer night air with the same nose I had then. How is it that I'm 62 now? It has only been an instant. Yet I've been married once, twice, had a child, seen her grow to an adult, had a career (of sorts). And, bam. Tonight the heavy summer air hits my nostrils as it did and bam! I go back, and return - in an instant. 40 years. I do so envy those who are young. When I was young I didn't think of old because it was not thinkable, not - imaginable. and I have attained it. And tonight I think about being 82 and cannot imagine it. Will I attain it? I don't know. For now it is enough to breathe the humid summer air with this same nose and listen to Sam Cooke, and just be. Far out.
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