He plays his guitar left-handed, brings back the day they played Shea,
\nthe Fab Four, forty-four years ago. Then, they played over baseball speakers
\nat fans screaming so loud that nobody could hear the static or the band.
\nNow, he is a time machine, giving us a trip to the perfect moment sculpted
\nby a billion memories into the quintessence of pure joy. Today, the screamers
\nare parents and children and their children: they sway in ecstasy, all telescoped
\nto childhood by the music and the man; they are the ultimate air band, this is
\nthe ultimate karaoke; they know every word, riff, chord, note and pause\u2014
\neverybody plays along, sings along, dances along\u2014 transported to the place
\nthe music rose from the ashes and transcended mortality. Finally, the last notes
\nof “Hey Jude” fade into the applause, the arms swaying to the sky are lowered
\nto carry sleepy children home to the place where memories are compartmentalized
\nalong with joy and youth and aspiration, and hope is rare as watching Paul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I watched the video of Paul McCartney playing at City Field, Flushing New York, summer 2009. (#985) Continue reading