Getting older ...
A couple of days ago, I heard a track off the new Paul McCartney album, and Sir Thumbs Aloft in the studio talking about it, and it dawned on me. Both talking, and more importantly singing, he sounds OLD.
Of course, he is approaching seventy, but I want Paul mcCartney to be as young as he was in his Beatles days, and to be frozen in time with that voice, and those songs.
If I hear that he is getting old, I have to acknowledge that I am getting old as well. The Beatles have been part of my life since I was nine, and I'm 57 now, and in coversation with my youngest daughter who is 22, I had to explain who George Harrison was.
We all get older a day at a time, no-one any faster, no-one any slower - although the illusion of both is all around us.
I don't want to be old, and I don't want The Beatles to be old either, so regretfully, I shall be steering clear of Paul's live and recorded output because it reminds me that he won't be here for ever, and by logcail extention, neither will I.