July 15, 2010 11:00 PM
I saw Paul McCartney. Now I can die happy.
What makes a person so powerful that it can turn an arena full of adults into screaming giddy schoolgirls?
I grew up with Paul. He was there when I had my first big city experience. We had taken a family trip to Toronto in 1963 when I was 8 years old. Going from a small town in Saskatchewan to Toronto was in itself an exhilarating experience but this trip included seeing “A Hard Day’s Night” for the first time.
He was there when I felt the highs and lows of adolescence. “Abbey Road” got me through my final year of High School.
He was there when I lived in Toronto. “My Love” from his Red Rose Speedway album was being played in the airwaves continuously and I never tired of it. I can close my eyes and still remember sitting in the hot apartment and listening to this song with my roommates.
He was there when I returned home and met Rod. While many Beatle fans fell the wayside, Rod and I embraced him. We had all the Wings albums. We would play them over and over again. Our daughter, Amber, born one year after his last album would sleep and play with Paul’s voice in the background.
So I had good reason to feel like I did back in 1963…giddy and excited. All those emotions I felt through the years listening came back. My adolescent confusion during “Hey Jude” and “Long and Winding Road”. The highlights of meeting Rod and having Amber joyously bounced back during “Jet”, “My Love” and “Band on the Run”.
So I ask again…What makes a person so powerful that it can turn an arena full of adults into screaming giddy schoolgirls? We all grew up with Paul. His music was the background to our lives.