I didn’t know Paul well, met him plenty of times, but one occasion stands out.
Stopped for a chat in a corridor at Munich, and he told me to go in the room that I think had Westinghouse?, speakers. I did. Faced by a pair of double wardrobes with horns, playing through a little valve amp, I was transported back to my angst ridden early teenage years, Brenda Lee, singing all alone am I. Blew me away, thank you.