Last night, Alan and I saw Paul McCartney! It was a concert I didn’t think we’d make, especially after the tickets sold out almost immediately (and that’s a bit of money). Plus, it was on the same day we normally go up to our cabin for the week. It seemed really complicated, but on Thursday I was convinced to just go, because I’d probably really regret missing this.
So Alan and I went down to Target Field with tickets bought off StubHub and we were in the stands, which was a weird enough experience already. We could still hear everything, but couldn’t see everything. Also, what a weird experience, with such a massive collective of all kinds of different fans, many of whom, in our section, seem to not be used to standing up at shows. So, I got asked to sit down, to which I was like “Nope” and these two young women a few rows ahead got heckled by a bunch of old crabby ladies who — these girls weren’t even blocking their view! THEY ended up being the most disruptive element. I was just trying to hear Paul McCartney, guys! Anyway, super weird, when you’re the only person in your section dancing to “Back in the USSR” and “Helter Skelter.”
I dearly love The Beatles. Listening to them was the only thing that gave me happiness years back while in a deep depression. I’m glad I went, but what a bizarre experience up in those stands. Paul sounds just as dynamic and clear and strong as I’m sure he always has (at least, he sounds just like the recordings!)
Paul is Dead. Long live Paul.