Ago 17 2009, 3h00
Sat 15 Aug – Paul McCartney - The Green Concert
So, this won't be a long entry. I don't have any photos to post, and the setlist is too long to reproduce here (if you're interested, it's here
. 34 songs! Two encores! Unbelievable.)
Mostly, what I want to say is that it was like a surreal dream come true. I really, truly thought that I would never get to see him live. It seems like something that only a person with serious time and money at their disposal would be able to do (not to mention a person living several decades ago; I still find it unbelievable that I am lucky enough to live in a period in history in which Paul McCartney is still touring. And if that sounds melodramatic, it is, but if you didn't expect that you don't know me very well). So thank god for Piedmont Park and their green concert series for selling tens of thousands of general admission tickets at a price a regular person can actually afford. It was worth the 8-hour roundtrip drive and the worst hotel room in the history of the hospitality business.
Secondly, Paul McCartney is still at the top of his form. He sings, he growls, he falsettos exactly as he did on the in his 20s. He still looks great, if a little jowl-y. And he's still got that great sense of humor as well as the sentimentality (and maybe a bit of a raffish streak) that just edges out George to make him my favorite Beatle. I love that he can still make the girls (or, you know, the "gels") scream and throw bras (really. it happened.) and you can tell he still enjoys it.
Finally: he whistles! he plays George's ukulele! he rips through a Jimi Hendrix riff! he tells stories about Eric Clapton!
I know. I'll stop. Just know that this man is a treasure, and if you ever get a chance to see him, take it. Maybe the tributes to John and George made me a little morbid, but you never know what's around the next corner.
Uhh...imagine something uplifting here, because I don't want this to end like that...how about just one photo?
Yeah, that's better.