Now by this time my mother especially, knew just how much music meant to me. That didn't mean she liked it. If I had a dollar for every time she yelled for me to "turn down that garbage," I would be a very rich woman. Instead, the only way I consider myself rich is in how fulfilled I am because of the music. And John, Paul, George and Ringo were the start of it.
I remember in the 70's, I was going out with this guy who had several younger brothers and sisters. One time, the name of The Beatles came up and the second youngest of the family said to me, "oh yeah, that was the band Paul McCartney was in before Wings." I nearly coughed up a lung. But time and generations pass quickly and we all think the music of our own was the best. But the 60's-70's was the best. It changed everything and created the path for all that came later.
Sir Paul is 71 today. I caught the first hour of his show which was streamed live from Bonnaroo this past weekend. While the voice can be a little shaky, he still captivates the audience, still has a presence, still moves like a kid, and let's face it... he is still a Beatle.
Cheers Sir Paul, wishing you many, many more.
"Maybe I'm Amazed"
"Here, There and Everywhere"
"Let Me Roll It"