Best… Concert… Ever.
So I’m recovering from last night’s Paul McCartney concert. I’m still in shock. We waited over 45 minutes just to get in the front door of the arena. Definitely gave me a healthy respect for those of you who go to our shows and slug it out. Just as I squeezed through the entrance, the sky opened up and drenched the crowd still shoving it’s way in.
Then the tornado sirens started going off. Not good.
Totally worth it though.
This was Paul’s first time playing Nashville and the guys in the Sugarband pooled their resources and called in favors to get me a ticket. 10th row. That’s right. Kenny Chesney was in the 4th row. How he got better seats than me I’ll never know. Emmy Lou Harris was sitting next to us. I hope I didn’t scare her.
Cause I was rockin’…
Any time they played a Beatles song I went completely berserk. Jumping up and down, flailing around. The waterworks started during Paul’s tribute to John, “Here Today.”
“And if I say, I really loved you
and was glad you came along
then you were here today
for you were in my song.”
Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! (Sound of me crying)
Then the George tribute. Paul rocked the ukulele on “Something.” Unbelievable. Pictures of George flashed in the background. It didn’t help that he looks EXACTLY like my little brother Austin. It was too much to bear.
What the hell? (Austin’s on the right in case you couldn’t tell them apart.)
Baaaaaaahhhaahhhaaa waaaaahhhaaaahh! (Uncontrollable sobbing)
I didn’t take a single picture. I was too overwhelmed. But my friend Kenny Corbett took over 300 pictures. Most of the ones of me look like this…
At one point, a woman in the audience held up a sign that read “Paul, I have your Hofner bass tattooed on my back. Will you sign it?”
Paul said, “What the heck, get her up here.” This poor woman was shaking and sobbing in front of 20,000 people. She turned around and sure enough, right below her neck was an 6 inch miniature of Paul’s bass. She asked if he would sign underneath so she can tattoo over his signature. This poor creature was a complete wreck. It was truly an amazing moment. I was half screaming, half crying, along with everybody else. Good God.
When they kicked off the final encore, I disintegrated. When they went into The End medley, I was toast. I jumped up and down for the entire guitar solo, which lasted about 4 minutes. I could barely walk when it was over.
And it ended like this:
All I could say was “Thank you.” I just kept screaming “Thank you!” Throughout the evening, I realized how much the Beatles have defined my entire life. Every chapter of my childhood is marked by whatever Beatles record I was absorbed in at the time. I remember jumping on my mom’s bed, age 7, singing along with the movie Hard Day’s Night and having the realization that I was singing harmony for the first time. Age 11, I was (still) playing Barbies and wearing out Magical Mystery Tour. At 13 I took a disastrous ski trip with Camp Ozark and sat in the back of the bus listening to Abbey Road, shivering and crying. (This ski trip would make a great blog actually.) I was a camp counselor at age 14 and would sit on the swing set listening to the White Album on cassette during my breaks. At 15 I weened myself off of falling asleep to the television by coming full circle and falling asleep to Hard Day’s Night on my CD player.
The Beatles are, in my opinion, the greatest band in the history of Rock and Roll. And I’m so grateful that I got close to greatness last night. Thank you Kenny and Sugarband for this amazing gift. I know that some of you out there consider Sugarland to be the soundtrack of your life and I’d like to state that I’m honored to be a part of their show. I hope to do my best every night to take people to a place of wonder and leave them with a heart filled with gratitude for the gift of music.
Thank you Paul! You’ve changed my life!