Audrey likes to say that I have especially good karma when it comes to concerts. A few years ago I somehow won tickets from KLOS to see Rush’s final-ever show when they played at the Forum (Rush is her absolute favorite band), I’ve been lucky grabbing cheap seats in good locations at the last-minute to a few other shows, and as a teenager at a Billy Joel concert, a member of the concert staff approached our group and asked if we wanted to be closer to the stage and then swapped our nosebleed seats for second row tickets. That backstory is prelude for last night’s experience, which tops them all.
As Beatles fans go I’m definitely far from “Beatlemaniac” territory – I don’t own all of their albums, and I don’t have any Beatles memorabilia in the house – but I like their songs and I appreciate that we live in a world made much richer by having had John, Paul, George and Ringo in it. Lately I’ve been thinking it would be nice to see Paul perform while he’s still touring, but the idea of paying $500 for upper deck seats in a stadium wasn’t appealing. Ten days ago I got an email with the subject “Paul McCartney Rocks the Fonda”, announcing two shows at an old art deco theater in Hollywood that holds 1200 people. I figured the odds of getting a ticket were probably about 1 in 10,000, and that prices would be astronomical, but I still signed up for the ticket lottery. Four days ago I got a “You’ve been invited to purchase tickets” notification, but with the on-sale date listed for the next day and a disclaimer that “inventory is sold on a first-come, first-served basis”, I figured they must have sent this email to thousands of people and my odds were still slim.
The next morning, just before the on-sale time, I joined the ticket queue, and much to my amazement was shown a fairly reasonable ticket price and a purchase link. And just like that, Audrey and I had tickets to see a Beatle.
The concert had a no-phone policy so I don’t have my own pictures, but an email arrived this morning from paulmccartney.com with pictures to share, and the shot below gives an idea of the experience – it was standing-room, general admission, so you filed in, picked a spot, and spent two hours with Paul McCartney playing a mix of maybe 50% Beatles songs and 50% of his solo/Wings songs (setlist). Every time he would launch into a song like Love Me Do, Hey Jude, Blackbird, Get Back, Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da or Let It Be I’d get butterflies thinking that I’d heard that song a thousand times, but no one ever would have heard it were it not for the guy 100 feet away singing it now. It was also neat seeing him interacting with the crowd. At one point someone yelled “George!” and Paul responded with a comment about how his former bandmate’s ghost must be haunting the theater, followed by someone yelling “Ringo!” to which Paul snarkily shot back “Get out of here with that nonsense!”. He also told the story behind Let It Be, saying he was overwhelmed and “doing a bit too much of everything back in the 60s” and then had a dream where his mother, who had died of cancer when he was 14, came to him and told him it would all be OK, thus inspiring the song; I assume that’s a well-known story, but it was touching hearing it told by the man himself.
Today I’m still buzzing from seeing this show. I haven’t been able to figure out why McCartney did a tiny show in Hollywood – he’s 83, he didn’t play any new songs so it wasn’t an album launch party, and they weren’t recording it for a TV special or anything like that – but my best guess is that he must just like performing, and playing a small theater has its own charm for someone used to playing in front of a crowd fifty times larger. It was an incredibly special evening, and whatever concert karma I’ve earned that let me attend I can only hope to pay back for the next round.





















