I was not disappointed!
The show was AMAZING.
It was also a total whirlwind. I still can't quite believe that it happened at all. I was in the same room as Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr? Too much, too much! This picture captures pretty much how it all felt:
Flash Back: When I was 8 years old I stayed home sick from school one day.
VCRs had recently been invented. My mom rented me Help. From that day on, I learned to spin records. I would play records from when I got home from school till dinner time and beyond, dancing around the coffee table for hours on a daily basis to With the Beatles, Help and Abbey Road. For years. Everything I know about music and creation and art I learned from The Beatles. I voraciously read every Beatles book I could get my hands on throughout my teenage years. I became a lifer.
Fast forward 20 years to Amoeba Hollywood.
After watching Paris Hilton exit the CNN studios across the street from Amoeba, paparazzi going wild (gawd, I was in LA!), I went out to the Mezzanine to watch Paul play his sound check.
He came out onstage to the 40 or so gawkers and smoothly/nonchalantly began to play "Drive My Car." Surreal.