I think you just get to a point where you realize you’ve lead 10 or 15 individual lives. Birthdays tend to underscore that–little anniversaries of one full trip around the sun, or one look around the room of folks who’ve come to raise a glass with you–often finds you in differing universes over the years. And it’s seems seamless until the cards in the mail you’ve taken for granted all these years just stop arriving, their absence is a new letter in the mailbox. Like the card from my folks with the check and a note, “Go buy yourself some clothes, but no more black!”
I guess it was the Macca/Mills mess that had me thinking about Sir Paul not too long ago. I mean, how many lives has this guy had? I bet we can count because if there’s a more examined life out there, I’m not aware of it. So, to look back at all of my OWN incarnations, I’m a bit awed to think that Paul in one of HIS many guises rode shotgun with me all of these years. I truly can’t recall a time when The Beatles or Paul weren’t in regular rotation on my personal playlist. So Paul, thanks for remaining a constant all of these years. We’ve seen some shit, huh?
Wings – Band On The Run (Mp3)
Wings – Jet (Mp3)
Wings – Junior’s Farm (Mp3)
Wings – Maybe I’m Amazed (Mp3)
Wings – My Love (Mp3)
