Paul is AWESOME
Came home from work Wednesday having taken Thurs & Fri off and saw there were two packages on my porch. When I got to the door I saw that my front window was broken - from the inside. My insane Irish Terrier didn't appreciate the delivery guys on the porch and tried to go through the window. I was afraid to go inside because I didn't know what I'd find. Turned out to be two sheepish, unharmed dogs - the window assailant and his cheering section. Boarded up the window and had calls in to window shops and took the one that could do the job first so I could leave town by 2 to get to SF to see Paul McCartney at Candlestick Park.
The weather was gorgeous. We're from the valley where it's 100 every day and we were delighted at a sunny, 70 degree day because it was so cool. Locals were delighted at a warm, sunny day. Same joy from different directions.
We managed to get into the show - evidently lots and lots of people were left outside as they didn't have enough parking for the tickets sold. It took half an hour but we found a parking spot. We entered and, of course, our seats were on the other side of the park and going through the concourse was horrible. We're tall, but shorter people were panicking - narrow concourse with concession windows open on both sides with lines meeting in the middle and 10,000 people trying to walk through. I've never been that jammed at a venue.
The show started about 45 minutes late. Heard later that the band couldn't get through the traffic on time. When seats filled very, very slowly because of the traffic problems. The seats next to me didn't get filled until about an hour into the show. He opened with Eight Days a Week and everyone was totally blissed out for the next three hours - no intermission. McCartney doesn't have to this for any reason except he loves to perform and he loves to get the feedback from a slew of people who spent 3 hours singing at the top of their lungs and sending waves of love back up to the stage. It's definitely the Paul show, but the band is excellent and have been with him 2001 (except for one whose been with him since 1989 which means I saw him in Berkeley around 1990.)
I was 7 when I got my first Beatle's album. My mom bought it for me and I didn't know who they were - I was captivated by the photo on the cover and thought they were kids like me - like 12 years old. I was shocked when I got it home and read that they were old men ages 21-23 years old. That was 50 years ago. I played the record on my tiny record player and fell in "a love that never dies."
It took nearly 2 hours to get onto the freeway after the show. About an hour out, just past Vacaville where road work was being done, Teichert hadn't picked up a traffic cone that got into the middle of the open lane. We hit it at freeway speed and spent the next hour waiting for AAA and figuring out if we could wire up the broken bits and continue the hour plus drive home. Mike, our AAA guy, was wonderful and he agreed there was no damage to the functioning of the, parts of it were just broken. He figured out a way to keep them off the ground and we drove home.
My friend let me out at my house at exactly 5:00 a.m Friday morning. And while I'm hoping really hard that her car isn't going to be deemed total (because of the age - the car is pristine) we both were still laughing when she dropped me off.
I'm writing this so I have a record of how damned happy I was for the 22 hours I was awake on August 14, 2014. I was SO damned happy - I'm still smiling so I guess it's lasting a lot longer than 22 hours.
Thanks Paul. And Thanks Phyllis.
The weather was gorgeous. We're from the valley where it's 100 every day and we were delighted at a sunny, 70 degree day because it was so cool. Locals were delighted at a warm, sunny day. Same joy from different directions.
We managed to get into the show - evidently lots and lots of people were left outside as they didn't have enough parking for the tickets sold. It took half an hour but we found a parking spot. We entered and, of course, our seats were on the other side of the park and going through the concourse was horrible. We're tall, but shorter people were panicking - narrow concourse with concession windows open on both sides with lines meeting in the middle and 10,000 people trying to walk through. I've never been that jammed at a venue.
The show started about 45 minutes late. Heard later that the band couldn't get through the traffic on time. When seats filled very, very slowly because of the traffic problems. The seats next to me didn't get filled until about an hour into the show. He opened with Eight Days a Week and everyone was totally blissed out for the next three hours - no intermission. McCartney doesn't have to this for any reason except he loves to perform and he loves to get the feedback from a slew of people who spent 3 hours singing at the top of their lungs and sending waves of love back up to the stage. It's definitely the Paul show, but the band is excellent and have been with him 2001 (except for one whose been with him since 1989 which means I saw him in Berkeley around 1990.)
I was 7 when I got my first Beatle's album. My mom bought it for me and I didn't know who they were - I was captivated by the photo on the cover and thought they were kids like me - like 12 years old. I was shocked when I got it home and read that they were old men ages 21-23 years old. That was 50 years ago. I played the record on my tiny record player and fell in "a love that never dies."
It took nearly 2 hours to get onto the freeway after the show. About an hour out, just past Vacaville where road work was being done, Teichert hadn't picked up a traffic cone that got into the middle of the open lane. We hit it at freeway speed and spent the next hour waiting for AAA and figuring out if we could wire up the broken bits and continue the hour plus drive home. Mike, our AAA guy, was wonderful and he agreed there was no damage to the functioning of the, parts of it were just broken. He figured out a way to keep them off the ground and we drove home.
My friend let me out at my house at exactly 5:00 a.m Friday morning. And while I'm hoping really hard that her car isn't going to be deemed total (because of the age - the car is pristine) we both were still laughing when she dropped me off.
I'm writing this so I have a record of how damned happy I was for the 22 hours I was awake on August 14, 2014. I was SO damned happy - I'm still smiling so I guess it's lasting a lot longer than 22 hours.
Thanks Paul. And Thanks Phyllis.