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10/11/02

Sir Paul

3:43 PM

A friend of mine scored tickets to see one Sir Paul McCartney the other night.  I don't mind saying I'm green with envy, red with jealousy, and every other color / emotional combination you can think of.  Dustin Beccue - aka Dusty, aka Dust aka Crusty, aka Mac (don't ask) - was kind enough to send me a lowdown of the show.

 

It was completely surreal.  I was 30 feet away from my favorite Beatle.  It was everything that I had hoped for X 10.  The setlist was about 65% Beatles material, 30% Wings and 5% new stuff.  About 1/3 of the way through the concert the rest of the band went backstage and it was just Paul playing organ, piano, acoustic, and he did "Something" as a tribute to George on a frickin' ukulele and completely blew my mind.  He told a little story about George and about how he loved the ukulele.  He said you could go over to George's home and there would be about 50 guys, including George, all sitting around jamming to the same song on ukulele.

The highpoint in the night for me was when he did "Blackbird" by himself on an acoustic guitar.  It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever heard.

To top everything off, it was John's birthday.  How crazy is that?  He started talking about John and telling stories about stuff the two of them had done together and then he said, "I know this seems a bit mad, but let's all sing him Happy Birthday."  So we did.  Hell, I would have paid $300 bucks just to sit there and listen to him tell stories.

I don't think I'll ever be the same.

 

 

 

 

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