McCartney Mania

My first Beatles album:

I alternated between lying on the living room floor listening for hours, and grabbing a broomstick and pretending I was playing guitar with the band.

I always wondered if I had the chance to see them if I would have been one of the screamers:

On Monday Ray scored these tickets:

And last night we were at the Paul McCartney concert,

in what I believe were the ideal seats in the house. We were at the front of section B, about 26 rows back, with an unobstructed view of the stage whether we were seated or standing.

I resisted the urge to scream hysterically (it was there occasionally, but I maintained some dignity). The concert was fabulous - two hours and forty-five minutes solid, no opening band, no intermission. All McCartney all the time. Just the way I wanted it.

Paul (is that too familiar??) was cute with the audience. Here's a small clip of some personal remarks to Utah (only a few seconds long):

I have to say, the Golden Boy of Rock 'n' Roll is still hot. Seriously.