The Shakespearian efforts of trying to hide a “Fangirl: The Extreme Edition” personality from the PTA that will likely be in vain and eventually a blog post. These are the failures and pop-cultured musings from a fangirl/housewife's brain
So tomorrow night I'm seeing Paul McCartney for the second time.
I have yet to get "out of my mind" excited.
Until now. I just took some stupid Facebook quiz about how many Beatles songs I know by lyrics or whatever and this thrill and chill went through my bones
Oh, and? I know all of them. Pshaw!
Oh and also? I am seeing a Beatle tomorrow night!!!!!
So I don't think I ever told the story about getting a new iphone (the pink one) and losing 80% iTunes library.
Sean Lennon- gone.
weezer- gone.
Girl Groups of the 60s- gone.
A million years ago and a million moves ago, I somehow lost my Magical Mystery Tour cd. And being that Beatles' Apple and iTunes' Apple didn't get along so well for a very long time, I couldn't just download it and be done. And I didn't ever get around to going to a record store and picking up a new one so my Beatles collection has been down one Beatle album for a very very long time.
Finally, after all the dramatics and whatever, Beatles were on iTunes (and hitting the music charts again btw) and I splurged.
I finally re-got Magical Mystery Tour and played the crap out of it.
And my Beatles collection was complete and listenable from my phone at anytime I saw fit.
Ahhhhhhh.
Fast forward to present day Sherman Oaks.
Thanks, iTunes, I currently have one Beatles album left.
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 AMAZING.
HE WAS CHARMING.
HE WAS HILARIOUS.
....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.
SWOON.
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.
Lights!
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!)
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.
Beatlemania level has been raised to stage 5
Hold your ears. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy Macca.
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.
I, little ol' me, will be seeing SIR JAMES PAUL McCARNTEY, HOT in 11 days (or something if I did my math right.)
Do you have any idea how irrational I am right now?
I mean, um.
Let me explain to you why this is the most important thing in the world, EVER just about. I've spent countless hours, days, months, years just insanely obsessing over anything Beatles. It's really, probably seemingly sadly true. But it was never time wasted. Vicki and I when we lived together, Friday night it would begin.
Out came the Coke
and the cigarettes
and the cookie dough
and we would marathon. Always replaying our favorite parts, some of which I'll share with you. We would start with Anthology, bust through ten hours of that, but not before watching this 'till the tape wore bad. (VHS homies. We're old school AND hardcore)
...hello, Paul.....
then First US Visit (the whole thing is my favorite, but this was the shortest clip),
then A Hard Day's Night,
Help! (here's some funny moments for you to chew on.)
and Magical Mystery Tour.
And sometimes our friend Michelle who called herself Butchie came over, and then the drinking games would begin. As your friend I tell you this. If you're ever playing a Beatles drinking game that involves doing a shot whenever your chosen Beatle smokes DO NOT CHOOSE RINGO.
or this will be you.
It's true.
And then sometimes we'd watch "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" which is hilarious!!!
And yes, it is time for full on Bealtemania. Even though, most sadly but probably best for Paul McCartney's sake and nerves, I'm not going to the Macca show with Beatle buddy Vicki. "I'm not in a laughing mood even" about that.
That's pretty much the gist of this here posty. Braggery.
And yes. I am going to finally see Paul McCartney in the flesh. And I might flip out. If this was my Sean Lennon experience, can you even imagine what my level of fainting will be like with an actual Beatle?! I know. I better bring the salts.
Want to see into the future?
March 30th, 2010. - me.
(is that Linda McCartney?!)
So let's Rock n Roll and prepare to Paul!!!!!!
This will be my first time! Have you ever seen him? Was he amazing? What's your favorite song he did? Oh my, I'll bring back a full report.
This Ringo guy has a new album out called Y Not and I know that everyone else on the planet has talked about it too, but I must join in. That's what I do. I bandwagon surf. So this new album of his, I haven't heard it yet, but I want to. I don't know if it's a desperate cling to the last of The Beatles for me or what it is, but I am oddly drawn to this album and I'm not usually drawn to The Ringo. But why not? (hahaha! I'm the only one laughing. Don't drink and blog on a Friday night, friends).
Actually, I do know what it is. It's because of that other Beatle. The "famous" one. It's because they're the last two left. It's because they're working together again. It's because, (I think?) that the last time they sung on an album together, George was alive and it was kind of a reunion thing called "Anthology" or something. It's because this is kind of a big deal.
This is kind of a really big deal.
Now these two living Beatles, I don't understand them. They don't seem as "real" as the dead ones. They don't seem as vulnerable. They don't seem as open. They seem grumpy. They seem isolated. They seem locked in a bubble, where the other two seem to drift freely in the universe. Oh wait, maybe I do get them. It also makes you think that maybe being in the biggest rock band this world has ever seen might not have been so awesome. It's like Beatlegan's Island and Paul and Ringo are the only ones left. And it's maybe not so bad for Ringo these days, but imagine being "SIR PAUL McCARTNEY". Imagine being the most successful songwriter of the world, EVER. Imagine losing everyone who's ever meant the world to you except for your brother and Ringo (and children, but that's a different trust). And in all of that, not that I know, but I honestly believe Paul was never as close to anyone as he was to John Lennon - even Linda. And maybe Paul is transferring that need to Ringo. Awkward, but still, totally cute.
I love Paul and I always seem to be trashing Paul and I really don't mean to. However, (sorry Paulie) Paul has always seemed too good for the other Beatles (other than John.) I mean, look at "When We Was Fab" by George Harrison. Ringo's in it but they have a stand-in in Paul's "Walrus" outfit. Was that Paul's choice, or George's? Either way, weird.
I remember reading some interview, perhaps the Playboy interview that I'm too lazy to reference right now, that John was quoted as saying that he and Paul were The Beatles and that Ringo and George could've been anybody. (Ah crap, now I feel like I should find it. Hold up. Whatevs, it'll be an afterward. Don't look at me like that. You go look for a John Lennon quote and see what Google pulls up for you! - Actually, let me know if you find it. Bighelpthanks.)** Anyway, John said that he and Paul were The Beatles and if you read any book about this band, or you watch Anthology, you'll see that in this Beatle family, John and Paul were like the parents and George and Ringo were like the children. And you can see that George and Ringo still feel they are being treated that way, but without John, Paul looks like a diva who's trying not to look like a diva.
And then they go from 3/4 to 1/2.
And now it's just them. Paul. Ringo.
They roomed together on tour during the Beatlemania thing. They were homies. They are homies. When Ringo went all crazy saying he wasn't going to sign autographs anymore...
Paul defended him on Letterman.
And Ringo had this little album coming out with a song called Walk with You, Paul made it better. And it totally just makes me cry.
Anyway, I feel a new love for Ringo. Thank you, Paul McCartney.
** UPDATE (Jan 29, '10) This is as close to that mysterious Lennon quote that I've found so far. Still quite accepting of help, by the way, wink wink.
Day 5. - Golden Rings. (I should've perhaps, done a Ringo song but.. mmmm, no)
So since tomorrow is December 8th and all dark and sad John Lennon dying day, I figure bust out the fun, yeah? Now I realize that a LOT of peeps think that this is the most annoying Christmas song of all time, but I disagree. This song makes me want to effin' dance!
By the way, I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I love Paul McCartney. X)
May this song get stuck in your head the rest of December. I hope you're carving your Christmas ham singing "ding dong ding dong ding dong ding" which, you know, you should then feel immense guilt as the holidays are meant to bring about anyway, because Paul's a vegetarian same as me.
Shame on you and your ham. You might be eating Babe.
George Harrison.-- Feb. 25, 1943 - Nov. 29, 2001.
I have a problem with my dead Beatles. I love and respect them even more than the living ones and much more than I could ever put into words, or into a pointless blog. I love them for their beauty, their wit, their want to change the world. They both played a major role in sculpting the future of all things music and within a week and a half, the world has to mourn them both (albeit one will get a lot more attention than the other). A lot of people know December 8, 1980 as the date that a friggin' idiot, madman lunatic gunned down the outspoken John Lennon. Very few people realize that November 29, 2001 "The Quiet Beatle" George Harrison quietly slipped away to lung cancer in Los Angeles with his loved ones by his side, Paul McCartney holding his hand and laughing at his jokes. So Johnny, I'm going to deal with you next week. Georgie deserves his moment. But first...
George was, by far, funniest Beatle. That's definitely my favorite part about him. So let's get the biography stuff out of the way and start laughing (and then I'll probably start crying, 'cause I'm insane and even though I don't know him, I feel like I do. And he makes me cry.)
George was born. He met a chubby schoolboy named Paul McCartney on the bus when he was like 13 or so and then after Paul met a drunk John Lennon, Paul introduced John and George.
They formed some little band, fought a whole bunch, and then broke up. George then did some producing, he allegedly told BFF Eric Clapton to leave Cream 'cause they were holding him back. He made Ravi Shankar famous. He had a concert for Bangladesh to help the peeps there. He produced a couple movies like Monty Python's Life of Brian and that Sean Penn/ Madonna piece of crap Shanghai Surprise.
George got all into racecar-ing and in doing so, he met and became really tight with the main dude for Cirque du Soleil and developed the idea that would later become THE GREATEST CIRQUE SHOW THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN! Or that I've seen, anyway. Love.
FYI- If you've not see this show than you should really make it a priority in your life. AMAZING!!!! Sad part about all of that is, George died in 2001, Love didn't become a reality until 2006.
So, if you want a good dousing of cry, go check out the Larry King interview clips on YouTube about the show's premiere.
Okay, one more sad from our man Ringo and then laughing, because high notes are way better to go out on.
That one with Olivia Harrison looking down on her late husband gets me EVERY TIME! And lastly receiving his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
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