Macca
Went to see Paul McCartney last night. It was hot, loud and the lights were very bright, but it was an awesome show. Couldn't expect any less for Paul. I realized he had a new album, which he played several songs from. LOL The album cover is the same photo I used for a drawing (http://www.deviantart.com/view/13417378/) awhile ago. I tried to get a t-shirt there, but they didn't have my size in the one I wanted, so I got his CD instead ("Chaos And Creation In The Backyard"). Some songs are kinda 80s throwbacks, and others are tea-sipping background music.*shrug*
While we waited for seats, a slideshow video of his artwork was playing. There were two lava lamps onstage this time, and no inscence. I lit a candle for Hey Jude, and others also lit up for Let It Be, but the wax was draining onto my hands so I decided that one song was enough. He knocked us dead with "Live and Let Die", he got new pyrotechnics for that one, different colored (red, orange, blue, green) flames shooting towards the sky on the sides of the stage and a waterfall of sparklers falling from behind him, and of course the LOUD bombs that go off, the last one being the loudest (no bomb was seen so I'm guessing the sound was prerecorded and came from the speakers). The stage itself was a series of screens that started as a backdrop and curved downward to create a floor, it danced with different images, including candles, a garden photo that came to life, and his artwork. Anyway, lotta fun. Dad seemed to come out of the place thinking it was better than he thought it'd be (he made fun of Paul alot at the beginning). We both thought that Paul was a really big ham for all the encores and for holding his guitar victoriously over his head at the end of every song.
Paul's voice got raspy a few times and the tone sounds lower than it was two years ago, his voice is finally aging a little. His face also is hitting the point where he hardly looks like his young self anymore, comparing photos of him as part of Wings and how he looks now, there is a drastic change. It saddens me a bit, knowing that now the 60s generation are starting to fade and become the new generation of "elderly people" that will later die. Most of the 1940s generation is wiped out, and half of the 1950s, if you look at film stars from the decades. When the 1950s gen passes away, it'll be a passing of an innocent era, there used to be manners, censorship and etiquette and all that which isn't present from the 1960s-now. When I'm 40, there won't be anymore kindly old people who remember how things used to be before the late 1960s revolution. All the personal memories die with them. It's like history fades a little too. Depresses me a bit.
While we waited for seats, a slideshow video of his artwork was playing. There were two lava lamps onstage this time, and no inscence. I lit a candle for Hey Jude, and others also lit up for Let It Be, but the wax was draining onto my hands so I decided that one song was enough. He knocked us dead with "Live and Let Die", he got new pyrotechnics for that one, different colored (red, orange, blue, green) flames shooting towards the sky on the sides of the stage and a waterfall of sparklers falling from behind him, and of course the LOUD bombs that go off, the last one being the loudest (no bomb was seen so I'm guessing the sound was prerecorded and came from the speakers). The stage itself was a series of screens that started as a backdrop and curved downward to create a floor, it danced with different images, including candles, a garden photo that came to life, and his artwork. Anyway, lotta fun. Dad seemed to come out of the place thinking it was better than he thought it'd be (he made fun of Paul alot at the beginning). We both thought that Paul was a really big ham for all the encores and for holding his guitar victoriously over his head at the end of every song.
Paul's voice got raspy a few times and the tone sounds lower than it was two years ago, his voice is finally aging a little. His face also is hitting the point where he hardly looks like his young self anymore, comparing photos of him as part of Wings and how he looks now, there is a drastic change. It saddens me a bit, knowing that now the 60s generation are starting to fade and become the new generation of "elderly people" that will later die. Most of the 1940s generation is wiped out, and half of the 1950s, if you look at film stars from the decades. When the 1950s gen passes away, it'll be a passing of an innocent era, there used to be manners, censorship and etiquette and all that which isn't present from the 1960s-now. When I'm 40, there won't be anymore kindly old people who remember how things used to be before the late 1960s revolution. All the personal memories die with them. It's like history fades a little too. Depresses me a bit.