In the Saddle

Macca 4-eva

So I’m on vacation in (kind of) sunny Ogunquit, Maine, waiting for Jonny to get ready so we can go to the beach and walk around the cute town here.

But that’s not why I’m posting.

I’m posting because on Sunday night, we saw Sir Paul at Wrigley. My word, people. This man is a legend for a reason. I’ve never seen a more put-together, professional, amazing sounding show in my life. Dude is fucking almost 70 and his voice sounds impeccable. Band? Amazing. And, I mean, he’s a Beatle! These are Beatles songs he’s playing! It was just surreal and amazing.

And, yeah, he was a little show-y and cheesy, but that’s Paul. Dude was as cool as he can be for kind of not being cool. You know what I mean? He did this, like, Danny Zuko strut thing after every song. Literally, EVERY SONG. No wonder the concert was three hours (other than the fact that he played like, 25 songs….not bad 70-year-old legend). And you know, the band was real showy and a little cheese, but hey…the sheer enjoyment that they all seemed to have on stage was….well, it’s the reason you go see a band live. I mean, that’s the point, isn’t it?

Jonny and I were talking about whether Paul gets bored playing all these songs over and over…like how many times can he play Hey Jude before he gets really like, okay already. But I think he’s just so happy to be relevant. To be around and still (seriously) rocking. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of artist to go through the motions. He’s like, yeah, I’m gonna play Hey Jude for the 10,000th time and I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT!!! And that’s why he is amazing (well, it’s not the only reason).

Anyway, despite it being sauna-hot and me sweating out a gallon of bodily fluids, it was a truly amazing night.

And now, back to my relaxing vacation.

7 text messages must mean there is an emergency

tinyapartment:

Text one: Jim Derogotis just said Rocky Racoon is a bad song, an example of where The White Album breaks down.
Text two: Now he’s saying Why Don’t We Do It In the Road drags it down. WTF?
Text three: They’re comparing The White Album to Exile on Main St. Dumb.
Text four: Kot says it’s like Lennon’s first solo record.
Text five: It’s like what’s better- motorcycles or muscle cars. Pizza or sushi.
Text six: What’s better? Skiing or swimming?
Text seven: I love maple sausage.

Obviously you see where our priorities are. My phone was in the bottom of my purse and I was on an extremely crowded bus with fifty dollars worth of groceries and a crabby four-year-old. I’m glad everyone is okay.

I happen to love Why Don’t We Do It In The Road…simply because it’s like John and Paul being like, we need another song…here, let’s do this. And it’s two lines the whole way through. Two lines of awesomeness.

You hear me, Dero*? AWESOMENESS!

Also, tinyapartment is hilarious.

The end.

*I also happen to think Derogatis is kind of an asshole who doesn’t like anything, but that’s my opin.

Question

Why don’t we do it in the road?