Last Night: Sir Paul McCartney at Minute Maid Park
McCartney paid tribute to Hendrix with a quick nod to "Foxy Lady" early on, and he reworked Harrison's Sinatra-fave "Something" with a ukelele open and a metallic close. In tribute to Lennon he pulled out "Here Today" off 1982's Tug of War for a spin.
It was the quietest, most somber part of the evening.
God help if I didn't enjoy "Ob la di ob la da" and "Back In The USSR" more than I ever had in my whole life, and I have even gone on record previously saying how much I hated those songs. Damn you, McCartney.
The best part of the night for me was the bombastic version of "Live and Let Die" complete with Slayer-style pyro and fireworks, which led directly into the decidedly less aggressive "Hey Jude". I could only laugh out loud at the mood shift, and also you know, fire is cool.
At his advanced age, McCartney hasn't lost a bit of his performing acumen. Seventy is the new 50, or so I hope for my sake. Sure, things aren't as loud as they used to be, but he's still active onstage. And he can still belt it out when he needs to, and you still learn a lot about rock bass by watching him play the simplest early Beatles cuts.
Some legacy acts touring these days, even a decade younger than McCartney, could never keep up. Hint: The lead singer used to be an American Idol judge.
The night was stretched out by two "encores," the second out-Whataburgering the first one. I mean how can you beat "Yesterday" into "Helter Skelter" and then closing with "Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End"?
Certainly not with "Lady Madonna."
This was a show for my personal bucket list, my rock-writer bucket list, and for my own mental housing chamber. And you know, I now have something brutal that I can hold over my children's and grandchildren's heads in a few decades.
Hearing "All My Loving" live pretty much sealed the year for me, to be honest. Now bring on the secessions, the solar flares, the economic collapses, and the zombies.