You want him? He’s in the middle.
“Whhhiiine,” you whine, “I can hardly see him.”
If you want, you can go to my Paul photostream and see the full size version. You’ll see early on I don’t know how to use the HDR setting on my iPhone. It all looks a bit Peter Max.
But the real star of the show? Our SEATS. Look at that! Third row, stage corner.
He’s right there! I could pat his butt!
Someone asked if the band had a name, like “The Beatles” and “Wings.” Not that I can tell, unless it’s “Lucky.”
Next to Paul is the young man who gets to be the bass player for Paul McCartney. That’d be like being the guy who accompanies Elton John on the piano. You can also see the drummer in the back being bald and funny, and he can sing. He’s paving the way for Tyler Stewart of BNL to join the band. They all seem to have the air of “I AM SINGING SERGEANT PEPPER’S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND WITH PAUL MCCARTNEY.”
Paul knows that. He held some singalongs: Ob-la-Dee, Gove Peace a Chance, Hey Jude.
He also has a very selective way of interacting with the audience. He’ll read your sign. I didn’t understand all the signs at first, especially all the ones that said PAUL SIGN ME! My favorite sign? “NA” Not a lot of signs spelling out “Na, na na nananana.” Just NA.
It was all very exciting.
The most exciting part was when the fireball exploded in my face.
I’m not kidding.
Yeah, I’m just listening to Live and Let Die, and you know how it starts all sweet singing about an open book, then suddenly bam, jam, Live and Let DII-IIEEE, whomp, boom?
Boom. See above. I was not expecting the pyrotechnics and I thought “NO! What happened? Great White fire! TRAMPLE!” but then a very choreographed row of shooting flames were right in my eyeline at the edge of the stage. VERY HOT FIRE twenty feet from me.
The I saw the guy with the safety vest leave the fire area and I thought, oh, okay, fire done. Nope, fire moved to back of stage.
So, the fire moved to a safe spot. But no. Right on the last chord, another big fireball exploded in my face. Fireballs are HOT. I, however, did not wet my pants, thanks to my vaginal physical therapy. I was able to wave both arms in the air thanks to the shoulder therapy.
Really the best concert so far.
5 responses to “Paul McCartney! EEEEeeeee!”
Fabulous!
I hate you.
Arlene- I KNOW!
Becs – I know. I’m sorry. I’d hate me too, but the drugs keep me from doing that.
Excellent!! I’m always so happy when a legend does NOT disappoint. Even if it’s not me experiencing it! The most heartbreaking disappointment to me was seeing Van Morrison a few years ago. and honestly, Bruce Springsteen was a bit of a letdown. I would have been a puddle of tears on the floor being able to sing along with Paul on Hey Jude. Unless I was already in a puddle of something else from the explosions of course. I SO would have peed my pants.
Kristie – Singing along on Give Peace A Chance was better somehow. And I might have wet my pants and the extreme heat of the fireball might have dried it up instantly.