Coming along at a time when there was the perfect amount of technology, shared culture, and opportunity to cause a global shift.
And out of that, a bunch of years later, The Beatles records found their way to a middle school kid growing up in Minnesota. The feeling I had listening to Hey Jude for the first time…the chord changes, the bgvs, the outro and everything else…it opened my eyes to what music could be and what it could do.
Cut to last night…I’ve been in Nashville for twenty years, played in bands, played all the gigs, written tons of songs…and then Paul shows up playing a 4000cap room five miles from where I live. This is a miracle.
That guy with those songs with that voice and all the history. The guy who sang to me on my Sanyo boombox in Motley, Minnesota is now twenty feet in front of me singing Hey Jude.
The poetry and beauty rolled up in all that is staggering to me.
It’s completing a loop…and then also a feast of new thoughts about creativity, fame, longevity, skill, luck, talent, connection and redemption.
And I don’t think I’m over selling it.
»» If you can find a way to go see him…save up your money, sell your shoe collection, drive Uber for a few weeks. Do it.