on Paul McCartney and serendipity
Monday, June 24, 2019
This has nothing to do with eating.
I splurged on a ticket to see Paul McCartney. It was outrageously expensive- for me, at least-, esp. since I bought it the day of the concert, but I rarely went to concerts when I was young. Too poor.
I was feeling slightly sorry for myself that I was going on my own, but I if I let going on my own stop me, there's a lot I wouldn't have done in my life.
My seat was way ,way high, in the next to the last row in a 42,000-seat stadium, but I was sitting lower than I was supposed to, in a stretch of empty seats, because I was so early, planning to move when the time came. Not long before the concert started, a very hip-looking older woman came up the stairs, looked around, and motioned to me. I thought she was telling me I was sitting in her seat. It turned out she had an extra wrist band a friend of hers was not going to use- down on the ground, where tickets were several times what I paid! She wanted to give it to someone in the cheap seats! If I hadn't been sitting where there were so many empty seats, and on my own, she probably wouldn't have singled me out. (Make no mistake, I would trade this lucky event, and a lifetime of Paul McCartney concerts, for a loving relationship any dayI But it is what it is.) I ended up spending the concert in an empty seat in the 19th row. Actually, I spent most of it standing and dancing in place! Most others were, too, and I was on the end, so not blocking anyone's view. My benefactor was very gratified that it hadn't gone to waste, and that it went to someone for whom this was pretty much a bucket list event.
I have to say that it was very sweet and even awe-inspiring to see MUCH younger people there singing along with songs that Paul recorded long after the Beatles broke up, long after I was paying much attention to his career.
And it's making me really want to get out there with my exercise, seeing him look so trim and at ease for a 2.5 hour concert! At 77 years of age. I read that he does quite a grueling routine, though with no trainer, and stands on his head to top it off.
And I've GOT to set up my hammered dulcimer! Even if it's just to bang on it a few times a week with wooden chopsticks...
And on that note...