July 13th: Bucket list memory

It was perfect!  Everything worked out just right.  My nephew got to the Ruby River Steakhouse across the street from the soccer stadium early enough to get our reservation in so we of Meggan’s birthday party entourage could have supper before the big show.  As crazy busy as the place was, we ordered, were served and ate with ample time to make it to our seats before the band took the stage.

One of the great things about stadium rock concerts is the video projection systems are remarkable.  From where we were sitting the performers were tiny as ants,  and I had binoculars BUT, when projected on the screens on either side of the stage  Paul McCartney and his band were GODZILLA-sized!!!

But the images of the former Beatle didn’t outsize his talent.  The man of the hour still has “it”.  Not only are his songs alive and well in 2010 but he sounded great as ever.  Don’t know how a guy his age hits those notes but he did and it was pure joy…for the audience, clearly, but it looked like it was pure joy for him as well. I hope so.

I know show people have to learn to fake it sometimes because their job is to give everyone who buys a ticket the best experience possible, but I’m not sure it’s possible to fake what I felt coming from the stage last night. Maybe, but I don’t think so….or should I say I don’t want to think so.  I was having too good of a time myself.

Part of that joy was seeing one of my musical heroes.  Part was from seeing my daughter and her great friend from high school singing along with Paul on all the hits. Part was holding hands with the love of my life.  And part of the joy came from reclaiming some songs I grew up with and finding new meaning in them.  Two in particular:  Let It Be and Get Back (to where you once belong)

Having moved back to Utah after 5 years walking the beaches of So. California both Lynne and I got the message of getting back to where we once belonged…by simply being willing to let it be.

It took forever to get out of the stadium.  Even LONGER to get out of the parking lot.  Didn’t matter.  My M2B:) meter was peaking out.  I was energized, inspired even, and touched by a bucket list memory.

Can’t get the songs out of my head…but that’s okay.  I don’t want to.