Review of McCartney last night at AT&T Park with setlist at end:
http://www.mercurynews.com/top-stories/ci_15491092
Setlist with links to each tune:
http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/paul-mccartney/2010/atandt-park-san-francisco-ca-7bd47610.html
Attendees comments:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/culture/detail?entry_id=67606
Photo slideshow of the concert (90 photos):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/9640932@N04/sets/72157624344726045/show/with/4782007373/
How about YOUR review? Set list looks great.
My Review of Paul MacCartney's Saturday Sound Check (from outside AT&T Park)
I heard Paul McCartney’s Saturday afternoon sound check... I was biking by and the band started in and played for about an hour... Apparently, some VIP ticket holders got to sit in on this, so he had a few fans in the stadium while this was happening. It was great: the sun was out, it was warm and a
BEATLE was performing! I heard
Birthday, I’m Looking Through You, Lady Madonna and a couple other Beatles tunes. At one point The Cute Beatle was plinking around on the piano, playing some smooth jazz type of chords and launched into a little comedy bit:
“Time for your massage (pronounced
MAH-sawzh, emphasis on first syllable) ... (pause, more tinkling chords) Let me know if the music is too too your liking ... would you like the Cream or the Oil...? -- I’ll take the oil! —Well, we’ve only got the cream! -- well, then I guess it’ll be the cream..." etc.
He played lots of other tunes I didn't recognize. Some I did:
San Francisco Bay Blues (or whatever it's called, Clapton does it),
It's So Easy that I know from Linda Ronstadt. Lots of folks were lingering on the sidewalk, trying to peer through the fence or standing back near the Lefty O'Doul bridge so they could watch the viddie screens. Many folks had on Paul/Beatle shirts and whatnot.
It was fun, although when Sir Paul stopped doing a song, a couple ladies near me would do the
Wheau-heau! scream. (Why, ladies, WHY? He can't hear you from out here, he doesn't care anyway, and more importantly, why can't you shaddup so we can listen to his onstage chit chat? That's WAY more entertaining that your piercing yelp.)
So I moved back toward the bridge, found a seat and chillaxed near some meth-heads, who were also Paul fans judging from their own form of chattering. Also one of them had a guitar and he played along at times. (Then one started doing some Talking Heads, which was a genre shock, but the lyrics he improvised/malformed worked well given their apparent lot in life: "Where is my beautiful WIFE? Where is my beautiful HOUSE?" -- we all had a laff at this.)
pretty cute. I didn't go to the concert itself, so this was pretty sweet...