A special gig

I'm a bit late with this, I know, but sometimes the time for writing just isn't there. But I have to write about it - I really do. Last Wednesday my family and I went to Hamburg to the gig of my parents' dreams - and yes, that would indeed be Paul McCartney. I was as excited as I mostly am before any gig but it wasn't until the day after the actual gig I really realised how special it was. It wasn't the way I prefer gigs - I think the venue held about 17.000 people, I felt like I was the youngest person there and it wasn't a gig where I was guarantied to know all the songs played. Also the atmosphere was quite strange before the gig as it was announced to begin at 8PM but didn't start before 9:15PM. There was booing and jokes about why the gig hadn't started yet and judging by all the stories I had heard about how the atmosphere at a gig like this was supposed to be fantastic I was getting a bit worried. Yet, when the stylish old man and his slightly younger band finally entered the stage, many of my worries were blown away. It was a show - a two and a half hour long show - and it was majestic and big. It lived up to my expectations - but not in a bad way. The visual part of the show worked really well - the stage had a new theme for each track and though some worked better than others I overall really enjoyed them and found them quite fitting. Especially the shock of the fireworks during 'Live And Let Die' - I'm quite scared of fireworks and though it sounded like a bomb exploded somewhere each time a new blast began after the 'so live and let dieee...' part I just couldn't help but laugh and enjoy it. It was loud and majestic and slightly ridiculous - but in the best possible way. I mostly don't like singalongs either - but you know, these are the Beatles tunes. Everybody knows the lyrics (though many of them I've only learned recently) and I'd like to meet the person who could contain him/herself during these songs at the closest you can get to a Beatles gig nowadays. So I grabbed my parents and sang along as you're supposed to. It's all love, you know. It's okay to show how much you love the music sometimes. It was slightly surreal though - also since I've never really been to this type of gig before - and I've only recently realised that I've seen one of the two remaining Beatles live. That's big. That night was special - simply because of the person playing - and I'm really, really happy to have been there. Because it was a truly fantastic gig. Macca is a charmer and though lots of the show was probably planned in detail, it never seemed fake or awkward. It was just plain entertaining, musical and lovely. Also, that night I realised what my favourite Beatles tune is. Blackbird. So simple, yet so amazingly beautiful.