European Capital of Nostalgia

[callmemadam]

BBC 2 showed the Paul McCartney concert at Anfield, celebrating Liverpool's year as European Capital of Culture. So I recorded it, watched it in snippets later on and thought it terrible. His voice was shot, the band not hot, the sound poor. There was a particularly ill-judged rendition of George Harrison's beautiful Something accompanied by the ukelele, for goodness sake. What is even the point? Well, the second half was better. Paul was very generous, I thought, in singing Give Peace a Chance with Mrs Lennon in the audience. Everyone there knew all the words to all the songs. I am so word and note perfect myself that if a Beatles' song were playing on the radio and I left the room singing it to myself I would come back in well within a gnat's crochet. And actually, if I had the chance to go to a McCartney concert, I would; just to say, Thank you.

BTW that is an original Beatles Show programme from 1963. With their signatures cut off. Woe!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

As you are word and note perfect, you would have been ideal for that round in ISIHAC where the music stopped and restarted. Sadly I don't know many Beatle songs, let alone the words, so I am impressed by your talent.

[callmemadam.livejournal.com]

Oh there's no talent: I'm just old.

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry - but I am still impressed. I struggle with memory.

[callmemadam.livejournal.com]

Strange what we do remember.

[(Anonymous)]

Ha Ha - don't I know it!! I can remember something from many years ago perfectly, but please don't ask me to remember where I left that cup of coffee 10 minutes a go, or what I came upstairs to do. I have been known to arrive at Sainsbury's and completely forget what I had come to buy. If I don't park my car in the same spot in the station car park each morning, I have been known to be unable to find it when I get home in the evening. I am left to wander like a lost soul convincing myself that every empty space is where I left my now "stolen" car. A friend with whom I used to travel always told me in the morning where he had parked, so I could relay it back to him in the evening on our return.

[callmemadam.livejournal.com]

:-) Been there.