Fool On The Hill
A clear sign that I am certainly not in touch with the kool kidz -- Paul McCartney played here in NYC last night. I had no idea.
For Mr. McCartney, however, who can sell out stadiums at hundreds of dollars a ticket, this was unusual. He used no pyrotechnics or video backdrop, and the audience stood close enough to its hero that it could hold non-conversations with him. He played beautifully, in tight control of his voice (even in high range) and his musicianship, through a clutch of new songs and some of the oldest Beatles repertory.
Hero is definitely the right word.
Damn, I'm crushed. So close to musical godliness. A 700 person venue!!!
The few times I've heard him recently, I'm so impressed with how well his voice still sounds. I'm curious to hear his new album, although most of what I've heard recently isn't his best stuff. But he played all the instruments on the new one, just like on McCartney, his first solo album. So that really makes me want to hear it.
In any case, I'm bummed.
And a touching note, at the end of the article:
Later, alone at the piano, he sang Here Today, an elegiac song he wrote after John Lennons death, and dedicated it to our fallen heroes: John, George and Linda.
When he finished, he stopped the flow of his own efficiency, and thought out loud. Its good to play that song in the town John loved, he said. And where Linda was born in. And where we played the Ed Sullivan show.
It's good to have you back, Paul. Even if I didn't get to see you.




