I saw Paul McCartney. I saw Paul McCartney! [insert girly shrieking here, in manner of girls at Ed Sullivan Show] It was awesome. It kicked all kinds of ass—left, right, and center. He played for 2½ hours. He played Beatles: “Let It Be”, “Hey Jude”, “Can’t Buy Me Love”, “Hello Goodbye”, “Blackbird” “Back in the USSR”, “Carry That Weight”, “I Saw Her Standing There”, “Lady Madonna”, “All My Loving”, “Here There and Everywhere”, “The Long and Winding Road”, “The End”. He played Wings: “Jet”, “Band on the Run”, “C Moon”, “Live and Let Die”. He played McCartney: “Maybe I’m Amazed”, “Freedom”, “Lonely Road”, “Driving Rain”. He played “Something” on a ukulele. He played many other songs as well.
He was cute and funny and energetic. When he played “All My Loving”, “Can’t Buy Me Love”, and “Something”, there were montages of the Beatles—arriving in the United States, clips from A Hard Day’s Night, random images. And it was just so cool seeing this clips, these really familiar clips, and looking at the stage and being like, “That’s Paul McCartney. Right there. Live. I’m in the same room as him!” We had pretty good seats, but I brought my binoculars so I could see him up close without having to use the Jumbotron screens.
In other news, I thought that going to the concert miraculously cured my horrible hacking cough. It was under control during the concert (Paul’s mere presence must have kept it in check), but came back this morning. It’s not as bad as it has been, but is still there.
The new boss, Kim, is okay. She’s pretty much kept to herself these past few days and seems nice enough, but I haven’t had a chance to get to know her. But she, Suzanne, and I are going out to lunch tomorrow, so hopefully things will improve. I don’t need to be friends with my boss, but I miss being able to pop in and gab about…pretty much anything. Kim seems nice, but I don’t know that I’ll be able to do that with her. I’ll keep you updated.
Current song in my head:
“C Moon” by Wings