I went to last night’s Paul McCartney show partially for nostalgia’s sake, partially because I had free rooftop tickets, and partially because of my not-as-morbid-as-it-sounds policy of trying to see as many aging rock legends as I can before they die. (OK maybe it’s a little bit morbid.) In fact I almost didn’t go—I was tired, it was hot out, Wrigleyville, etc.
Luckily I did go, because it was hands down one of the top musical experiences I’ve had in my life.