
“Juniors Farm”, the first of six Wings songs of the night, was played hard and strong as it would have been played in the 70’s. “Jet”, ”Band on The Run”, if it wasn’t for the 26 songs by that other band he was in these brilliantly selected Wings songs would have been the highlight of any rock show.

Romance was also in the air with McCartney dedicating the piano ballad “My Valentine” to the songs muse, wife number three Nancy Shavelle, who was also in attendance. “Maybe I’m Amazed” was played for Linda, the song’s reputation now sealed as perhaps his finest solo ballad. I felt that his dedication of The Quarrymen song “In Spite of All the Danger” to Heather Mills was a bit below the belt however*.
* this didn’t actually occur, although the performance of the first McCartney original ever committed to vinyl was an interactive highlight of the night.
The only niggle of the night is something well-trodden in McCartney reviews over the years, his higher register is not all there. “Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Five”, in particular, fell foul to the cruellest of fates which age has dealt to a man whose voice and songs helped illuminate the 20th Century after the darkness and pain inflicted by two world wars. His backing band of many years carry the weight of McCartney’s aging voice and are the backbone of the show – recreating the rock and roll and adding grit to each song.
The solo performances, such as “Yesterday” and “Blackbird”, offered no hiding place for McCartney’s voice either but the weakness in his voice added to the emotion during these quieter, tender moments. A man and his guitar – here and now playing you the songs written in his youth. It was during these two songs where my imagination floats upstream and transposes a 25-year old Paul McCartney onto the man standing before me in the spotlight – bodies separated by fifty years in time but not separated in mind & spirit. Truly spellbinding. He can be forgiven for his dubious, revisionist history for the song “Blackbird” – “I wrote this in support for the civil rights movement in the States”. Then again, you can’t argue with the creator of a piece of art about it’s true meaning can you?
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Mull of Kintyre performed with the Auckland & District Pipe Band |
The encore was the stuff of legend, “Birthday” (“Is it anyone’s birthday today?” he posed. 1/365 of the crowd screamed back at him including the friend I attended the show with), “Mull of Kintyre” played with the Auckland & District pipe band (a song which is bafflingly still much ridiculed – in my opinion it is one of his most beautiful songs, it’s apparent simplicity underlies its craft and it should be adopted as the National Anthem of Scotland when/if they leave the Union) and “Helter Skelter”. Choosing to say goodbye with the final throes of the Abbey Road medley (“Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/ The End”) was perfection. Far has he travelled and much has he seen and it is doubtful McCartney will tour as far as NZ again. He left all those present tonight with their memories almost full with the warm knowledge that they’ve just seen the greatest living songwriter perform a star turn, and also the cold, hard fact that we are highly unlikely to witness Paul McCartney, and also his kind, on these shores again.