Seeing A Hard Day’s Night in a theater was a memorable experience, but the real highlight of this week and summer (and a major life event) was being lucky enough to see Paul McCartney live and in person. Sir Paul gave Chicago an astounding show that exceeded my expectations. If at any point in this post it seems I’m not quite making sense, it’s because I’m sleep deprived due to the fact that he played for nearly THREE HOURS. Practically continuously. If there’s any reason to forego sleep on a weeknight, it’s staying up late to see a Beatle with superhuman energy and stamina journey through over 50 years of era-defining hit songs.
I’m so glad I jumped at the chance to see Paul this time
around. Last time he was in Chicago I
couldn’t afford tickets. Admittedly, I
probably couldn’t quite afford them this time, but I don’t regret it. Besides, when I found out that Paul McCartney
was playing a show in Chicago on my 24th birthday, it felt like a
sign that I had to go. My friends Jenny
and Lizzy, my steadiest concert buddies who are even bigger Beatles fans than I
am, were just as willing to do whatever it took to see him. I’m very grateful to Jenny for going through
the stressful process of ticket-buying while in class at veterinary
school. She even recruited her friend to
help her get the best possible seats.
Yesterday…
After weeks of subtly mentioning to almost everyone that I
would see Macca on my birthday, finally, the day had arrived! I overslept, quickly threw on my favorite
dress, and headed out to work. Nothing
could ruin my mood: it was my birthday, I had secured a month extension on my
lease the day before, the weather was beautiful, and most importantly, in a few
hours I would be in the presence of one of the most influential musicians of
the last century and writer of the songs I grew up listening to. Beatles songs played in my head all through
work, and after 5:00 I dashed off to meet my friends at The Billy Goat Tavern
near the United Center. The place was
packed with fans, many wearing Beatles and Paul McCartney shirts and chatting
excitedly.
Around 7:00 everyone migrated en masse to the United
Center. Our bags were checked, our
tickets were scanned, and we were in! We
browsed the merch stand (I bought a set of postcards) and a fifty-something
couple joked with us that we were the youngest people there, and did we know
who The Beatles were? At least, I hope
they were joking.
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| He was totally wearing Beatle boots. |
The concert was entertaining from start to finish,
especially the second half which was especially Beatles-songs-laden. He opened the show with the cheery vibes of “Eight
Days a Week” and finished it off appropriately with “Golden Slumbers/Carry That
Weight/The End.” In between those were
35 other excellent songs. That is 39
songs in all, if you count the last as three.
THIRTY-NINE. More than twice the
average setlist for any other performer.
I guess you have to play that many songs when you have such a mammoth
catalogue of work. I can’t possibly go
through each one here, so I will pick out the best bits.
Most Pleasantly
Surprising:
When he finished off “Let Me Roll It” with a jam out to Jimi Hendrix’s “Foxy Lady.” Of course I had to record it for my dear friend and Ace Gang member Val; you see, it’s our song. FOXY! Then Paul told us a story he apparently tells at all his shows: The Beatles had released Sgt. Pepper on a Friday, and two days later Jimi Hendrix had learned the song and opened the show with it. By the end of the song his guitar was so out of tune that he called out to Eric Clapton, who was in the audience that night, to tune it. My brain melts from just thinking about all of them in the same room together.
When he finished off “Let Me Roll It” with a jam out to Jimi Hendrix’s “Foxy Lady.” Of course I had to record it for my dear friend and Ace Gang member Val; you see, it’s our song. FOXY! Then Paul told us a story he apparently tells at all his shows: The Beatles had released Sgt. Pepper on a Friday, and two days later Jimi Hendrix had learned the song and opened the show with it. By the end of the song his guitar was so out of tune that he called out to Eric Clapton, who was in the audience that night, to tune it. My brain melts from just thinking about all of them in the same room together.
Most Poignant:
This was easily when Paul played “Here Today,” his tribute
to his bandmate and friend, John Lennon: “a conversation we never got to have.” It was beautiful and heartbreaking. I wish so much that John were still here and
could have played along with Paul. He
must have been there in spirit. I hope
so, anyway. I think everyone can agree
that we are glad that Paul met John all those years ago.
A close second was when Paul played “Something” on the
ukulele and dedicated it to George. It
was bittersweet, but it’s impossible to be completely sad when you hear a
George song, especially when played on the ukulele. I think this version was a great tribute,
given George’s fondness for the ukulele.
I plan to learn to play this version on my own. *UPDATE: I have done this.
Most Spectacular:
“Live and Let Die” was SO COOL live. How else would you perform a James Bond theme
song but with loads of pyrotechnics? It
was fireworks and fireballs from beginning to end, punctuating each riff,
filling the United Center with smoke and the smell of gunpowder. The musicians were running about the stage
looking like they were having more fun than anybody.
Most dancey:
Lizzy made us realize we absolutely needed to stand up and
dance to “Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da.” It was an
odd situation since most people actually did sit during the show, given that it
was a huge arena and the vast majority of the audience was on the older
side. There were some songs that many
people did stand for, and many that were at the very least given a standing
ovation. I hope we didn’t block the view
of the people behind us though, because we did rise for several particularly
fun and/or important songs.
Most rocked out:
“HELTER SKELTER!” Paul and his band gave all they had for that
song. It was loud and gritty and screamy
and badass. If you had come into the
show right then (which would have been really unfortunate as it was at the end)
you would never have guessed that these guys had already been on stage playing for
over two hours almost nonstop.
Most spiritual:
“Let It Be.” Obviously.
What hopeful, reassuring words he wrote.
Always an absolute stunner of a song, but especially when you’re singing
along with the man who penned it and 15,000 other people.
Most “Oh my god that
is Paul McCartney that is SIR PAUL MCCARTNEY IN THE FLESH IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME”:
I cannot tell you how fortunate I feel to have witnessed “Hey
Jude” live. What an anthem. The room was filled with pure joy as everyone
sang “Naaaa na na nanana na” at the top of their lungs. Paul let us do a few ourselves as he beamed
on stage. He must still feel a huge rush
from that. Why else would he keep
touring when he could have retired long ago?
Oh but “Yesterday” hit me pretty hard too. That’s one of those songs that I know so
well, is so familiar to me, that I feel right at home when I hear it. Despite its melancholy nature, it makes me
happy. I couldn’t resist singing “Scrambled
eggs…. Oh my baby how I love your legs” during one of the verses.
Ok, actually there were a lot of “OH MY GOD IT’S REALLY PAUL”
moments. Of course. But other big ones for me were “Get Back” and
“Maybe I’m Amazed.” I was really glad he
did “I’ve Just Seen a Face” as that’s one of my favorite songs.
What a fantastic experience it was to see one of the musicians who most shaped my musical education live, and I am so glad I got to share it with friends who feel the same and understand going to great lengths to see a 72-year-old man play songs he wrote fifty years ago. It struck me that we are very fortunate to be the ages we are now. (Here is where my thoughts might get hard to follow but bear with me.) While we may not have been around in the sixties to experience The Beatles’ rise to fame and all the changes—both musical and cultural—that surrounded it, our parents were young enough latch onto the band’s music then. They then introduced us to The Beatles as children. Their songs became more familiar than nursery rhymes, and we grew up to understand and appreciate their legacy. Had we been 20 years older, our parents likely would have been too old in the sixties to become fans in the first place. Had we been younger, our parents would have been born later and likely wouldn’t have grown up loving their music; what’s more, if we were too young we might have missed our own chance to see Paul or Ringo live! It’s bad enough that I’ll never see George Harrison or John Lennon or all The Beatles together… but as I’ve said, I feel extraordinarily fortunate to have had the chance to see Ringo (twice), and now Sir Paul McCartney, who has written so many classic songs that I still find ones I haven’t heard before.
I don’t know if I’ll get to see Paul McCartney live again. I really hope so. But I am grateful for the chance to have seen him this once. The only downside to all of this is that I doubt any of my future birthdays can top my 24th.
