Paul McCartney: What Becomes a Legend Most?
Other than that, the show was remarkably free of distractions, especially for one as enormous as it was. The video screen behind McCartney showed all kinds of things. But minus that one little bit of pyro in "Live and Let Die," which was pretty impressive, McCartney held some 40,000 people spellbound for three hours using nothing more than the four other guys onstage with him. The one single moment I think I'll take away from Wednesday night came during "Something," when the entire ballpark began softly singing the words back to McCartney.
Unbidden. That kind of thing will get you every time. A close second was the "na na na na... na na na na... na na na na... hey Jude" section of "Hey Jude," which lasted a full three minutes and 40 seconds. I timed every last cheesy second of it with my watch as the video screen showed the crowd singing along. Beautiful.
Wednesday night did not change my opinion of McCartney or the Beatles all that much. I already thought most of their songs were pretty great. I was pleasantly surprised by a couple that I didn't know that well, "Mrs. Vandebilt" (another Russian tune) and the bluesy workouts "Junior's Farm" and "Let Me Roll It." All in all, between his goofy stage banter and his multiple efforts to gauge whether or not HOO-ston was having a good time (it was), it seemed to me that Sir Paul himself was happiest in moments like the Spencer Davis Group-style "I Got a Feeling," when he was just jamming with the other guys onstage.
So I got what I came for after all. Paul McCartney, musician.