When I was in high school, I used to talk a lot about music with my friend Tim.
He told me that his favourite album was Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. I went home and flicked through mum and dad’s vinyl collection and saw that they had Help!, Rubber Soul and Revolver, none of which I’d ever listened to.
I took fifteen dollars out of my money box, went to the record store at Westfield Strathpine and bought Sergeant Pepper’s on cassette and then went home and dubbed the other three albums onto cassettes too. They hardly left my tape recorder for years.
Those four records were the start of close to thirty years of massive fandom of The Beatles, Wings and the solo careers of John, Paul and George (sorry Ringo).
Last week, I sent Tim an email. It said:
“This is a crazy invitation but I’m just going to make it. Next week, I am flying to Perth to interview Paul McCartney. Do you want to come with me? I don’t know anyone who will appreciate it as much as you. It will be amazing.”
Tim replied, “Are you JOKING????”
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We spent the following week grinning like idiots for no reason and texting each other things like “This time next week, we will have met PAUL MCCARTNEY!”
We would never have been dreamed back then that we’d have a chance to see the former Beatle play live, let alone get to stand backstage, watch his sound check and then meet the man himself.