We’re starting our seventh year together. Lucky seven. Some of you have been with us all the way, and some of you just jumped in tonight. Good and thanks to both. But some people aren’t with us. And you know, I think they’re really missing something. I hope you’ll tell them about the huddle we have here. It’s like a football huddle…lots of us gathered around, to help each other get to the goal…which is making it through the insanity around us. We’ve been around long enough to know that there are bad guys out there on the other team. And some of those bad guys are good. So you can’t keep running the same plays, and expect to make any yardage. You’ve got to come up with some new wrinkles if you want to score.
Actually, we’ve been around long enough to grow some real wrinkles. Which is ok. As long as we keep some twinkles in our wrinkles. Smiles, laughs, tears, hopes, and lovin’…that’s what lights our twinkles. The twinkles help us see where we’re going…keep us headed in the right direction. Our quarterback, Big Louie and I like to kid you a lot, but we’re really serious about this.
Too many people our age have been growing wrinkles inside. Inside wrinkles are the worst kind. The ones in your head squeeze the smiles off your face, and the ones in your heart squeeze your love juices dry. Too many record hop stars who danced all night to Louie-Louie now call taking a nap happy hour. I call them the Dreary, Dreadful Drones. They have gone over to the Dork Side. And lots of the time, all they need to get their twinkles lit again is getting back the old ‘Tude. Attitude.
They just got so busy with kids, and jobs, and physical problems and sometimes ruined romances…that they simply forgot how it felt to dance the night away. Seriously. Please remind them. No matter how long their wrinkles have been wiping away their smiles, or cutting off their juices, there are twinkles available to slip into their wrinkles. And sometimes just remembering the good times is a big help.
Please tell your friends…in person…or on Facebook…or on the phone…or by smoke signals…whatever works for you. Remind them how Louie-Louie was the muscle-pumper music that squirted the juice into so many of our lives. That’s why I call us the Louie-Louie Generation. We’ve been around long enough to have enjoyed making some wonderfully bad mistakes. And Louie-Louie is a great double name for a song with a double dose of ‘Tude … attitude. The ‘Tude is where you find the twinkle for your wrinkle. Tis the ‘Tude, Dude.
The ‘Tude … is really an even more important qualification than how long you’ve been around, for membership in the Louie-Louie Generation. ‘Tude is guuud. People who have never heard of lava lamps, Frisbees, or hula hoops can be Louie-Louie folks too. As long as they have the ‘Tude. Louie-Louie is a song with a double dose of ‘Tude. And the ‘Tude makes the difference between Louie-Louie lads and ladies, and those Dreary, Dreadful Drones. It’s Louie-Louie ‘Tude, vs. the ‘Tude-less and the Clue-less.
The Pimple People are clueless. I call them Pimple People because they often still have theirs. But they try to keep us from noticing their pimples by driving nails through their tongues to distract us, wearing their baseball caps sideways, and styling their jeans loose enough and low enough so when they turn their backs and walk away, they can leave us looking at a very nasty crack, so we’ll remember them. That’s rude, not ‘Tude. The Pimple People don’t know the difference between rude and ‘Tude. ‘Tude is not rude. The Pimple People either don’t know that, or they don’t care. I personally think they are just completely clue-less.
Dick’s Details Quiz. All answers are in the current podcast;
1- What do 76 % of Americans say they have never done ?
2- What do 40 states do to cull out their excess marsahallows?
3- How did the ancient Chinese start losing face?
4- How many people does it take to start a riot?
Dick’s Details. They take your mind off your mind.
A Louie-Louie lad or lady understands that love is more than a hook up…that loving is about being willing to stay awake all night with a sick child, but also looking forward to doing the same thing–very willingly–the next night with the very healthy, lusty, cuddly adult of your choice.
But … on the other hand … Louie-Louie lads and ladies have been around long enough to understand the need for some caution, some times. We love swimming around in our juicy lives. And lots of times we’re skinny dipping. But we’ve also been around long enough to be careful that the gate in the fence is locked before we get out of the pool. Well, we almost always remember.
But sometimes…we forget. Just like sometimes we forget our glasses, or where we put our keys…sometimes we forget even more important things…like the lessons we’ve learned from the things we’ve done…and even the magic…and the mistakes we’ve made. And that’s when the wrinkles begin. The inside wrinkles. There’s a story about that in the Night Connections Personal Audio Cd. It’s called The Late Bloomer.
It not really the story of a worn out love affair. The lights had gone out long ago. Enough time had passed that they both had wrinkles around their hearts. But something happened that night. I don’t know why he went to see her that night… and that’s not important. What was important was HOW he saw her that night. Maybe she showed him some part of her that she was always afraid to show him until then…because it was such a personal part of her…or maybe she didn’t even know she had such a private place in her heart. I don’t know. And I don’t know what happened next. It’s their own very personal story.
If you like The Late Bloomer, you can just keep the current podcast, or if you want a fresh copy, just download it from the Night Connections icon on the home page.
Louie-Louie-Generation guys have good lives. I like to tell you that we are the bedmates of choice of super models, porn stars, and Catherine Zeta Jones look-alikes…because of our ‘Tude. We treat our women with lots of love and lots of lovely lust. We have some pretty good life stories to tell and we don’t mind telling them; and many of us have paid off our nice cars and private airplanes.
Louie-Louie Ladies have plenty of ‘Tude too. They know how to laugh and cry, love and lust, and cook … in every sense of the word. I love watching a Louie-Louie Lady … cooking comfortably at some high powered job, hitting her Louie-Louie guy on the shoulder while she laughs at his joke—but making sure he’s doing his job the way she wants it done. And a Louie-Louie Lady on the prowl is a force of nature.
I saw a great example of that a little while ago. A Louie-Louie Lady was eyeing some guy sitting alone at at the bar at the Applebee’s down the block. She put some perfume on her little lace hankie, slipped it into the guy’s jacket pocket … smiled up at him … and walked away without a word. Naturally, he caught up with her and asked her what that was all about. She just said, “It looks good in your pocket.” Then she started asking if he came here often … and shook her head as if she couldn’t hear … and said, “It’s noisy in here”–and leaned over toward him so she could hear his answer. That guy didn’t stand a chance. They left together a few minutes later. That’s what you call major Louie-Louie ‘Tude.
My Lady Wonder Wench is a Louie-Louie Lady. Sometimes she just sits over there on the couch and crosses her legs kind of high up on the thigh, and lets one shoe slip off enough to show the sole of her foot–then she swings her foot back and forth a little. Oh yeah. My Lady Wonder Wench has lots of ‘Tude. She definitely lights the twinkles in my wrinkles.