Saturday, April 10, 2010

Rock and Roll at the Hollywood Bowl

I know I know I know I know I know. I owe you all a Paul McCartney story. Even those of you who don't want to know, I owe you espesh, because I'm like that.

I have been muted by Paul's amazingness. It's been a week and a half since the Hollywood Bowl show and I have nothing to say of any smarts.




....he was a Beatle!...!...

So, the thing of it was, I was cool, calm collect when I was just seeing the dude from Wings. He rocked it. He was all kinds of rock star.

Then he sang "All my Loving" and I lost my mind!

I went from seeing "the dude from Wings" to seeing an friggin', honest to god Beatle.


How do I talk about that? How do I put that into words?

There was a woman on the tram sitting next to me on the way there that had seen McCartney five times. And as she told me this she began to cry. I'm sitting there ready to throw-up or faint and she's crying. We bonded over our stupidness. I know lady. I know!! Hugs!! Then she tried to hook me up with her son. Thanks no.

Helter Skelter sounded as hard core as it did on record in 1968. Paul is 67 years old.

I guess just some pictures I took right? Okay. They suck, but okay.

The bus ride to the show. 

I'm a bad picture taker. 

Too bad I had the shaky fist, this picture would've been sweet

"I'll take a bottle of wine, please. Can you put that in a bum's cup. I don't want to look too classy."

Said bum's cup. 

Is that Slash?!

Me chilly and freezin' and representin' Wings! with wine! 

You can see the Hollywood sign up there in the left-handish corner. 


If you could see it, you would know that there is a rad photo-collage of Paul's life going on. Since you can't see it, I'll tell you that our Cabo picture was in there. Thanks Paul!

Paul brought his A-game. He arrived by Supernova. 

The heat of Paul's hotness cannot be contained. 

"and when this ever changing world in which we live in makes you give in and cry, say live and let die" (explosion!)

"Say Live and Let Die"

(guitar solo)

Bus ride home

So, yeah. 

The L.A. Times review of the show was dead on. 

And I didn't take any video 'cause, of course, my camera died. I had to use my camera phone. That's hardcore though, don't sell that short. Anyway. 

Here's a transcript from my facebooking that day. Pathetic. 


24 hours and 10 minutes away from McCartney and I'm choking and dying 'cause coffee went down the wrong pipe. If I do indeed choke and die, go see Macca in my honor. Sing real loud. Cry. Faint. But don't worry- I will fight this drowning with my mighty cough.

March 29 at 7:20pm ·  · 

Beatlemania level has been raised to stage 5

March 30 at 2:30pm via Facebook for iPhone ·  · 


March 30 at 5:05pm ·  · 

On the shuttle. I am about to cry. Embarrassing. I'm totally a stupid fangirl. I may vomit or scream or faint or cry. And I have bad hair.

March 30 at 5:29pm via Facebook for iPhone ·  · 

 Holy Macca.

March 30 at 11:20pm via Facebook for iPhone ·  · 

 Okay, I'm a little less fainty and swoony and I think I love Paul McCartney even more now, if you can believe that! I ripped my ears off during All My Loving. He totally encouraged me to sing with him during Hey Jude and the whole front of the stage blew off! during Live and Let Die. WAY cooler than RockBand.

March 31 at 12:25am ·  · 


And this, this made me bawl my heart out.


Detta said...

Ahhhh!I feel you,I literally cannot even fathom putting into words how amazing it was seeing him live.I cried too,and so did this cute little old couple sitting in the seats next to me.And Here today...don't even get me started.Agh I'm so glad you had a good time,I'll probably post my Miami trip and all the Beatle-y goodness soon.

Amy said...

OMG, Detta! I can't wait to hear-read yours.

Here Today.


The Hollywood Bowl was SILENT until he sang the first "I love you" and then the place went mad.

That's the cutest/best/saddest song EVER.