Shameless post about Paul at Glastonbury and how great he is incoming!ā¦
I want to start off by echoing what has been said by the vast majority of us who cannot believe the immense performance that Paul can do at his age. It has to be said because it just isnāt normally done, it feels almost superhuman, and to me, he is.
I was extremely lucky to be in the crowd on Saturday at Glastonbury, wishing I didnāt have a bladder and not being able to feel my legs after standing for 4 hours waiting for his set to start. But itās Paul, and I would never pee again if it meant I could be at the front, waiting for him to perform.
I was right at the front and we were all jammed in together, literally couldnāt move. A small part of me was scared of the reception he would receive, because last time Paulās voice was televised was the olympics/golden jubilee, and it was slated. But I was proved totally wrong when Paul started singing. His voice sounded stronger than it had been in a while, and the crowd were so warm and welcoming straight away, the words to ācanāt buy me loveā just flowing from everyoneās lips as though they were engrained in their hearts. I knew then, the crowd was right there with him, and this would be a special night.
And this is a crowd of mixed ages but predominantly young people, who wouldnāt know some of the wings or solo stuff, but they were grooving right along with the rest of us, and that made me happy they were so respectful of Paul.
There was some surprises in the set list, āJuniors Farmā being one of them that I freaked out when he started playing. One song I never expected to hear live was āSpite of all the Dangerā. At that moment I felt this was something monumental, the staggering history of these songs, Paul and The Beatlesā journey. It was a feeling that was part nostalgia, part keening loss of George and John and the passage of time.
It was also one of the most unexpectedly emotional of Paulās gigs. When Paul played āHere Todayā you could hear a pin drop as everyone drank every word Paul was singing, almost as though noise would severe the connection Paul was having with John at that moment. Same thing with āI got a feelingā with Johnās voice. When Paul said āāItās like weāre back together again.āā I was moved but also surprised at his emotional bluntness. Paul was never anyone to let his emotions show, but I can see that has changed now, which is lovely to see.
Let me tell you, Iāve never heard āGet Backā and āLive and Let Dieā played to such an enthusiastic crowd, rocking out to āHelter Skelterā like they were at a heavy metal concert, this a song from nearly 50 years ago! It really makes the songs, and for nearly 3 hours, I could not keep the grin from my face.
I started my morning shift on Glastonbury farm after 3 hours sleep, a bounce in my step despite it being 5.30 in the morning. The sun was shining and everyone I spoke to that day were telling me how great Paul had been. I do feel like Iām protective of Paul, which is silly because his legacy is already cemented. But I feel a surge of pride regardless, his performance was a triumph, hailed as maybe the greatest performance ever. Perhaps it is because I feel he only ever deserves love, well he got it from me and thousands of others that night.
