One of my most popular posts is my review of the Arctic Monkeys gig, at which I mentioned that I felt the Arctic Monkeys could well be the Beatles of my generation. That, obviously, sums up what the Beatles are: iconic, generation-spanning. Their music will last a lifetime.
I, sadly, will never be able to see the Beatles perform live, but Paul McCartney really is the next best thing. I first saw him a few years ago when I bought tickets for my then-not-quite-boyfriend, in an unsubtle attempt to bride him into going out with me (guess what- it worked!) We stood at the back of the o2, miles from the stage, and got shivers as the whole crowd sung ‘Blackbird’, and cried at our favourite songs because it was somehow so overwhelming. My then-not-quite-boyfriend, now-fiance Ian bought me tickets to see Paul again, at the o2, for my birthday this year, and I have to admit I was worried it wouldn’t be quite so powerful the second time round, but I needn’t have worried. It was, I genuinely believe, the best gig of my life.
We were seated on the floor this time so much closer to the stage, and everyone stood up to dance. Paul McCartney did play a few of his own, newer songs (‘Temporary Secretary’ was a very weird addition) but, as was obvious by the people streaming to the toilets during these, people had very much come to hear the Beatles, and he didn’t mind at all! The Wings songs he played were actually really good, but the Beatles tunes were the highlights.
I got tears in my eyes again during ‘Something,’ possibly my favourite Beatles song of all and done as a really touching tribute to George Harrison. My fiancé was delighted by him performing both ‘We Can Work It Out’ and ‘Lady Madonna,’ two of his favourites which hadn’t been played previously. And even during the overplayed ‘Hey Jude,’ I looked sideways and saw a sixty year old man in tears, and the whole o2 singing one song, and you just cannot help but be moved by that.
I feel like I probably can’t do justice to how amazing that night was in words, and so I won’t try. We spilled out of the arena into a nearby bar, bubbling and excited and overwhelmed all at once. It was genuinely magical and if you love the Beatles and get the chance, go! You won’t regret it!