How big of a Beatles freak is Debbie Cafazzo, my bud over on the TNT’s education beat? She flew down to San Francisco last weekend to check out Paul McCartney at the Bay Area’s AT&T Park. She even wrote a little something up to share with all her fellow fanatics out there.
By Debbie Cafazzo
I am still recovering from my 24-hour Paul McCartney experience.
No… it wasn’t THAT kind of experience. Although a woman of a certain age never abandons hope!
I jetted to San Francisco over the weekend to see Paul in concert. Left Saturday morning, returned Sunday morning. Spent the hours between the end of the concert and return takeoff drinking buckets of coffee at the airport, because I couldn’t afford plane tickets, concert tickets AND a hotel room. I am really too old for that kind of adventure.
But it was worth it. Just as the sun set over San Francisco Bay Saturday night, it was just me, Paul – and tens of thousands of other fans. Sigh.
For the record: Paul. McCartney. Rocks. There was so much delicious Beatley, Wingsesque and other goodness it is hard to describe in words. At age 68, he still sings like a bird.
This is my third go-round with the man, and I’ve got to admit, it’s getting better, it’s getting better all the time. He did a lot of songs I’ve never seen him do live before … everything from “Obla-di-obla-da” to “Two of Us” to “Rock Show.”
Paul did three full hours. Didn’t even stop for a potty break – for him or me. The Cute Beatle was chatty, smiling and joking about the cool San Fran weather. He said his jacket usually comes off early in the show when he works up a sweat.
Somehow he was disappointed at the lack of California heat. I yelled out that he was hot enough for me.
SPOILER ALERT (for those of you who are going to see him later): Click here for the set list.