Maybe it was the bored woman with the Grateful Dead tattoo scalping floor seats for $350, or the middle-aged trio toking with all their might on The Smallest Joint In The World. Maybe it was the graybeard in a Sun Records shirt berating his limping friend in a tie-dye Rainforest Café tee for not bringing a flask, or maybe it was the two 17-year-old girls in matching, hand-painted-and-frayed crop tops, announcing their desire to record a song with Paul McCartney. The confluence of all of these people I met outside the Barclays Center in Brooklyn for the second-to-last show of this leg of McCartneys Out There tour screamed a shellacked flower-power idealism. The vision of the 60s was not dead. The bohemian simply melded with the bourgeois.
Do they still give out parking tickets? McCartney asked about halfway through his three-hour, 38-song set, following the Beatles Sgt. Peppers classic Lovely Rita. Are the people giving tickets still as lovely as Rita? These are McCartneys concerns in 2013: not parking tickets (he probably hasnt received one since 1967) but just making sure the meter maids are up to snuff.
Then again, calamity and loss seemed to be on the mind of McCartney Monday night. The through-line of the show was tribute. The band tagged a few bars of Foxy Lady to the end of Let Me Roll It, in honor of Jimi Hendrix. McCartney then told an anecdote about Hendrix asking for help tuning his guitar so he could impress Eric Clapton. This is a song I wrote for Linda, he announced before the opening grand piano riff of Maybe Im Amazed. Before going into Another Day, he dedicated the song to producer Phil Ramone, who passed away earlier this year. When he took an acoustic guitar to a 25-foot-riser, he spoke on the opportunities of today, urging the crowd to share thoughts and compliments with loved ones today, when we have the opportunity. He then dedicated Here Today to John Lennon, saying it was a conversation he and John never got to have. And when the band returned to the stage for a rendition of the Abbey Road classic Something, he dedicated the song to George Harrison. I played this with him then and I play it with him now.
Here, as on Eleanor Rigby and Being For The Benefit of Mr. Kite!, the composition was slightly (understandably) stripped from the recorded version. Something spiraled from a ukulele solo intro into an added section of the sky-high chorus. It was expansive and warm. Mr. Kite! sounded less carnival pomp and more straight psych and it smelled so heavily of weed during this cut it could have been pumped into the house through the fog machines. These were among the most unexpected, though the surprise of Helter Skelter in the second encore was both mind-blowing and ear-shattering.
Though McCartneys life has been one of the more scrutinized of the last five decades, making no secrets of his losses and tribulations, this all felt remarkably vulnerable of the 71-year-old. He makes even a room the size of the Barclays Center feel like a tea parlor. He responded to fans who yelled Good job Paulie! and spoke directly to those in the front rows about the 60s. He remains charming, witty, and impulsive, not passing up any opportunity for a good story or a joke.
Following Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, he stepped up to the mic and refrained the chorus to a ditty about breakfast food. At one point, he talked about how he tries to read the messages on the crowd’s many signs, while also singing lyrics and remembering the chords. And this one, he said, referring to a banner. Brooklyn girls do it eight days a week? Could be true. I dont know. And Im not going to find out. So perhaps more representative of his secret of staying so solid after 50 years on stage is to just play it as it lies. Both his voice and demeanor were youthful, spry, and congenial.
Through all the fireworks of Live and Let Die and the strange Jeff Koons videos of giant, inflatable balloon dogs in landscape projected behind the band, the spectacle seemed requisite only for the size of the show. McCartneys greatest strength has always been about connecting on two deeply human levels: love and loss. Decades past, these songs never fail to make those two basic human emotions bubble up. On Monday night, the sadness of the past almost cracked his cheeky veneer. His immense success and sometimes haughty demeanor have kept him away from blue-collar adulation. But for that, the glimpses of all this pain and the humility in the tribute, it brought him off that two-story riser hes still toiling through the pits of misery as best he can, just like the rest of us, always on the same basic level.
Photography by Dale W. Eisinger.
Eight Days a Week
All My Loving
Listen to What the Man Said
Let Me Roll It / Foxy Lady
Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Five
The Long and Winding Road
Maybe I’m Amazed
Things We Said Today
We Can Work It Out
And I Love Her
Your Mother Should Know
All Together Now
Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!
Band on the Run
Back in the U.S.S.R.
Let It Be
Live and Let Die
Hi, Hi, Hi
I Saw Her Standing There
Carry That Weight