I’ve been struggling trying to come up with a way to start this review. In my Bruce Springsteen review I went on and on about what an inspiration he should be to us all. What I witnessed last night was like looking through the looking glass of history. It was both a look forward and a look back. In January 1964 I was a six year old kid when I watched the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. The next day me and my brother M.L walked over to the record store at Bellevue Square. I had a couple of dollars and I was determined to buy a Beatles record. They were all sold out so I went home the proud owner of the German version of “ She Loves You”. I drove my mom crazy as I ran around the house singing “ she leeb deetch yah yah yah”. If I live to be 106 I will continue to drive people nuts with my German Beatle record story. Sometimes when you’re on the cutting edge of a revolution and you’re six you don’t necessarily recognize it. Looking back through the looking glass last night made me feel good to have been a part of that revolution. I tried to keep a set list at last nights show. I lost track after a while. Listening to Paul sing I thought about the Beatles playing in the Cavern. Here was Paul almost sixty years later still rocking and entertaining his fans. He sounded a little ragged in spots. But so did the Beatles in the Cavern. It was part of their magnetism. It was why my parents hated them. It was why we loved them. When the history rock is looked back upon by futurists hundreds of years from now they will stare in awe as they think about us fans, last night, watching Beethoven at the Key Arena.
The songs reminded me of John and George and Ringo. They reminded me of the Kingdome and Wings in 1976. The songs from Rubber Soul, Revolver and Sgt Peppers reminded me of growing up in Cherry Crest with my brothers and sisters. I thought of old neighbors and friends. Our dog Hobo that wandered into our yard without a collar. We adopted him and he was our best friend in the summer of 66. It made me well up when I thought about that dump truck driver crying when Hobo ran out into the street and went to dog heaven that day. It sounds depressing but stick with me here. I have learned through my life there is beauty in the sorrow. There is clearly beauty in the music of Paul McCartney. Sitting in the Key Arena last night watching this master play these songs will be one my greatest memories of this precious life.
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