As I've said before for years & years I don't really know who they keep making these "tonight's Paul McCartney show was amazing!!" articles for, to the point that it starts to feel fake even though you know it's not, but this line about the latest Macca masterpiece jumped out at me:
There’s something fundamentally historic about sharing a room – even a giant black box with nightmarish toilet facilities – with the world’s most important living musician.
That's the life-affirming, over-arching sentiment; this one is the life-affirming, ohmigod we are all here now in this moment sentiment:The man has the greatest closing hour of music at his disposal of any singer alive. When he finally starts ladling on the cheese for “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” and “Wonderful Christmastime”, complete with indoor snowstorms, a child’s choir and a trio of “horny elves” on percussion, the Co-Op Arena laps it up like Fab-pop fondue. “Live and Let Die” blows the entire show budget inside three minutes of flames, fireworks and pulse-pumping drama. “Get Back” comes accompanied by a montage of what must be every smile in all 8,000 hours of Peter Jackson’s similarly titled series. “Let It Be” remains the ultimate roof-lifting gospel number. And “Hey Jude” is the singalong of that, this and every forthcoming century.
The set ends with the closing section of the Abbey Road medley, from a stunning “Golden Slumbers” to a stirring “Carry That Weight”, and the realisation that McCartney could play an entirely different three hours of music here tomorrow night and it’ll still be one of the best gigs of your life.
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