[photogallerylink id=92120 align=left]It’s nice to know I’m not alone in this state of Beatlemania. For me it’s been a life long condition, and there is no cure. Good thing. It’s given me joy, conected me with great friends, and gave me the idea for an unlikely career. When a 15 year old girl in a small town in Ohio decides she wants to be a DJ so she could meet the Beatles…that doesn’t seem like it would be a probable goal. But if you believe in music, you believe in magic.
Seeing [lastfm]Paul McCartney[/lastfm] Sunday and Monday nights at Wrigley Field was amazing. Sunday night I went with my dear friend Alderman Tom Tunney. We were backstage with Representative Mike Quigley, Mayor Rahm Emanuel and Governor Pat Quinn. Paul came around for a photo op. As soon as I get a copy of that picture, you’ll see it. Paul was greeting us one at a time. He told the Mayor that Chicago looked great, and asked if he was working for the people. He got an affirmative answer. He met Tom and a couple of others, then I extended my hand to introduce myself and he pulled back, looked at me, said something to the effect of “I know you” (I was in a state of teenage girl shock so don’t have a direct quote) and proceeded to give me a sweet hug. That never gets old.
Before Paul arrived I was asked if this was still a thrill for me. I replyed that my blood pressure was up. If I ever get so jaded that I’m not excited to meet Paul McCartney, I don’t care how many times it happens, then I should just pack it in. I love the fact that it’s still a thrill. There’s no acting on my part. It’s nice to have a passion and a dream and spend a life time on a journey to follow it through. It’s a long way from daydreaming in study hall. The Mayor picked up on the conversation and said he totally understood. When he was working for the Obama administration in Washington DC, he told people that if they didn’t get a thrill walking into the White House, they should get out. There’s a lot to be said for that adrenalin rush. When I saw Paul last year at the White House it was a double whammy…a Beatle in the home of the President of the United State Of America. Wow. My love of this country and my passion for music was a rush of emotion.
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Seeing Paul on stage in great form, and seeing him obviously enjoy following his dream, speaks to us all. The first generation fans, and the kids who love Paul and The Beatles. Monday night I took a special friend who is 12 years old. I had a hard time deciding who to take, so came up with a dozen names of kids I love ages 10 to 13, and pulled Ceci’s name out of a hat. Turned out to be a good call. She was thrilled. Lots of taking photos and texting her friends. Her music teacher will be jealous, I was informed. I told her that many years ago when I would give her a bath and get her to sing Yellow Submarine with me that we never thought we’d end up seeing Paul McCartney together. This music makes so many wonderful connections in our lives. I looked around Wrigley Field those nights and wondered about those thousands of happy people and wished I could hear their stories about why they were there and how they were feeling. How this all has changed our lives. Feel free to share. That’s what the comments section is for.
And I’ve hardly recuperated from those shows and trying to get a second wind to host three days of Beatleness at The Fest For Beatles Fans this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Somehow I’ll get that adrenalin pumping to get me through those twelve hour plus days. And I’ll sleep Monday. If you care to join us, visit http://www.thefest.com or show up at the Hyatt Regency O’Hare. A splendid time is guaranteed for all. And don’ forget Breakfast With The Beatles here at XRT, Sundays from 8 till 10 AM. That, like the rest of our programming, is available on line. And that, like the rest of my job, is a labor of love. Now I’d better take a nap.