I got super lucky Sunday and had the opportunity to go see the ever incredible Sir Paul McCartney in concert at Dodger Stadium. Baseball stadiums in general are not the greatest concert venues, sound-wise, but even so Sir Paul was mind-blowing. The stadium setting it self is quite cool, and I especially liked the little LA sign that protruded out above the stage.
2 hours plus three encores equaled a total of 3 hours of pure happiness, pure awesomeness, pure rock godliness so graciously bestowed upon us. I am still trying to wrap my head around the level of stamina that man has--we didn't even see him drink water once. I hope he drank some in between encores, at least. The man is 72 and still commands the stage like it's nobody's business. And the diversity of his audience is humbling--spanning generations and all kinds of kinds.
At first I wasn't expecting much special effects from him, because he's Paul McCartney and doesn't need them. However, as he was playing "Live and Let Die," I thought that since we were outdoors, I can imagine him going out with a bang. Sure enough, during that song, he let out the pyro and the fireworks. It was beautiful.
Growing up listening to The Beatles, to me they were almost like the mythical creatures out of one of my fairytale books. So, the whole night sell feels a bit like a dream to me. It was a most magical evening. Gracias jefe por la oportunidad.
BIG LOVE & HUGS