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В данной теме предлагаю размещать новости о Поле ну, и, собссно, их же и обсуждать [img src=/gif/sm/sm10.gif]

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Ну а это Расти

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Гитары Пола и его команды, ожидающие представления

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Yoko Ono Apologizes for McCartney Remark

Accepting an award on behalf of John Lennon last month, Ono said Lennon had sometimes felt insecure about his songs, asking "why they always cover Paul's songs and never mine."

"I said, `You're a good songwriter, it's not June with spoon that you write.'"

After reports of the apparent slight circulated, Ono apologized in the latest issue of Rolling Stone magazine, now on newsstands.

"I certainly did not mean to hurt Paul, and if I did, I am very sorry," she says.

McCartney has sometimes clashed with Ono, Lennon's widow.

She objected when McCartney reversed the traditional "Lennon-McCartney" songwriting credit on his 2002 album, "Back in the U.S." Ono's spokesman accused him of attempting to "rewrite history."

McCartney had earlier complained that Ono wouldn't let him take credit for "Yesterday," a song written entirely by McCartney.

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McCartney fills KeyArena with magnificent performance

By Ernest A. Jasmin; The News Tribune
Published: November 4th, 2005 08:16 AM


Paul McCartney is the most revered living rocker on the planet.

As such, he could have easily sleepwalked through a predictable list of Baby Boomer favorites and still left the nostalgic masses that filled KeyArena Thursday night feeling warm and fuzzy – even the faithful that paid an obscene $250 a pop for the best views.

Instead, Sir Paul peppered his magnificent 2½-hour set with several songs that had been neglected for years, a number he wrote with George Harrison that predated the Fab Four and several selections from his impressive new CD “Chaos and Creation in the Back Yard.”

And, of course, many of the most memorable pop songs of the past 40-plus years were in the mix, too, providing too many feel-good highlights to recall in this space alone.

The evening’s low point was a misguided train wreck of a DJ set, delivered by a masked turntablist, that seemed horribly mismatched with the mostly middle-aged contingent that stared on. A 10-minute biographical film followed before the curtain went up to reveal McCartney and his crack four-piece outfit – guitarists Rusty Anderson and Brian Ray, keyboard player Paul “Wix” Wickens and rotund-but-energetic drummer Abe Laborial.

McCartney and company kicked off with two punchy selections that were absent from the trek that stopped by the Tacoma Dome in 2002. “Magical Mystery Tour” and “Flaming Pie” came from the Beatles’ 1967 TV special and McCartney’s 1997 album respectively.

At 63, the rock legend’s voice still sounded crisp and vibrant. And he still appeared to be having a lot of fun – maybe as much fun as his audience – as he cracked jokes and hammed it up between songs, often lifting his guitar triumphantly overhead like a heavyweight championship belt.

The early part of the set included Wings hit “Jet,” “I’ll Get You,” “Drive My Car,” “Let Me Roll It” (with a few licks from Jimi Hendrix’s “Fire” thrown in for good measure) and “Got to Get You Into My Life” (aka McCartney’s ode to the weed).

“Behind me will magically arise a piano,” McCartney said, arms outstretched as a black Yamaha rose out of the stage.

He got a few laughs by referring to a mishap from early in the tour: “Before the piano rises there is hole,” he said. “On the second night of the tour I forget there was a hole and I went backwards into the hole.”

Anderson got to introduce the “Fine Line,” the brassy number that leads off “Chaos.” “English Tea,” “Follow Me” and “Jenny Wren” also came from the new CD. “Jenny Wren” – a pensive, poignant number in the tradition of “Blackbird” – was the best received. “English Tea” felt overly precious, and the superior “Vanity Fair” would have been a more desirable choice.

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“This is the bit where everyone mysteriously wanders off and leaves me with you,” McCartney said before his band snuck off for the acoustic set, which included “Wren.”

McCartney introduced pre-Beatles number “In Spite of All the Danger” by explaining that the Quarrymen for 5 quit and that everyone in the band had agreed to keep the recording for a week each – that’s until Duff Lowe wound up hanging onto it for 23 years.

“Allegedly,” McCartney jokingly added, “in case there are any lawyers in the audience.”

McCartney went back to 1968’s “The Beatles” (aka the White Album) for “I Will.” And a few songs later it was a more familiar ballad. He explained that the melody from “Blackbird” had evolved from a specific way he used to screw up while playing Johann Sebastian Bach.

Highlights from the latter part of the set included “Good Day Sunshine,” performed with images from the space shuttle Discovery. It was the first song the crew heard the day it came home from July’s snake-bitten mission, McCartney said.

The legend wound up the pre-encore set with a rousing delivery of The Beatles’ “Back in the USSR,” an inspired performance of “Hey Jude” (which probably should have been the closing number) and James Bond theme song “Live and Let Die.”

“Jude” should have been the closing number, given the feel good vibes flowing through the room as McCartney directed fans in singing that fun “nah nah nah” part. “Live and Let Die” felt a bit anticlimactic until it the song ended in a flurry of flares and pyrotechnic bursts. (Fans in the first few rows could definitely feel the heat.)

McCartney played “Yesterday” on acoustic guitar. “Get Back” and “Helter Skelter” followed, with first-person footage from a roller coaster ride on the towering video screen behind the band during the latter.

McCartney emerged for the second encore wearing a red t-shirt emblazoned with the slogan “no more land mines,” a reference to one of his most well-known causes. (Fliers promoting PETA and vegetarianism circulated before the show.) The band started with “Please Please Me” and got melancholy with the timeless “Let It Be.”

McCartney picked an appropriate one-two punch for the closer. Psychedelic lava lamp colors bubbled across the video screens during “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise),” then the band segued directly into “The End” before taking a bow.

Ernest Jasmin: 253-274-7389; ernest.jasmin@thenewstribune.com

Paul McCartney’s set list:

Magical Mystery Tour;
Flaming Pie;
Jet ;
I’ll Get You;
Drive My Car;
Till There Was You;
Let Me Roll It/Fire (Jimi Hendrix);
Fine Line;
Maybe I’m Amazed;
The Long and Winding Road;
In Spite of All the Danger (pre-Beatles song);
I Will;
Jenny Wren;
For No One;
Fixing A Hole;
English Tea;
I’ll Follow the Sun;
Follow Me;
Blackbird;
Eleanor Rigby;
Too Many People;
She Came in Through the Bathroom Window;
Good Day Sunshine;
Band on the Run;
Penny Lane;
I’ve Got a Feeling;
Back in the USSR;
Hey Jude;
Live and Let Die

First encore: Yesterday; Get Back; Helter Skelter

Second encore: Please Please Me; Let It Be; Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (reprise)/The End

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Маш, который раз спасибо! =)
Пол зажигает! =))))))))))
А Йоко страшна как атомная война...

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BeatloManьka

Да пожалст
А про Йоку и не говори

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McCartney displays sensitivity for children at book event

DEBBIE CAFAZZO; The News Tribune
Published: November 5th, 2005 03:00 AM

He can rock ’n’ roll. And read and write. And of course, former Beatle Paul McCartney can lay on the charm like few others on the planet.

On Friday, McCartney charmed an estimated crowd of 1,500 mostly middle-age fans, a class of second- and third-grade students and an admiring Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam (with his toddling daughter) who all gathered at a bookstore north of Seattle.

The occasion: Rock-star-turned-author McCartney was signing and reading from his new children’s book, “High in the Clouds” (Penguin, $19.99). It’s a tale of Wirral the Squirrel, whose woodland home is destroyed by development and whose mother is tragically killed.

Even Eddie got a signed book – and yes, he had to wait in line, briefly, for the autograph.

Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park handed out 750 tickets (two fans per ticket) for the event. And the lucky kids who got the private reading were from Briarcrest Elementary in Shoreline.

Most of the children seemed pretty Beatles-savvy. One curly-haired boy listed “Love Me Do” – an early Beatles hit – and “Let It Be” – among their last – among his favorites.

McCartney, sensing that the children were a little nervous due to the constant flashing and clicking of cameras from the press pen, immediately worked to put the kids at ease.

“Turn around and wave to them,” he urged the kids. And they did. So did McCartney.

When he got to the saddest part of his story – where Wirral the Squirrel’s mum is dying – McCartney’s face registered a frown of concern and he looked out to make sure the children were OK. As he read her dying words, “You must find Animalia, You’ll be safe there,” his voice lowered to a dramatic whisper. It’s the kind of heart-melting move that’s been his trademark for years.

After reading a bit, McCartney took questions from the children. Why a story about a squirrel? one girl wanted to know.

Well, McCartney explained, the mouse has been done with Mickey. And so have lots of other animals. Besides, he liked the idea that squirrel rhymes with Wirral – the name of a place near Liverpool “where I come from in England.”

The kids might have needed McCartney to fill in the bio-details. But not the adoring fans who lined up in the rain outside. Many of them have followed his career since the 1960s.

Kim Killen, 51, of University Place was there with her 21-year-old son, Tyler. She’d been to McCartney’s Thursday concert in Seattle, and the thought of meeting him in person would, she said, allow her to “die happy.”

Debbie Cafazzo: 253-597-8635

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How one little fan missed out on Paul's magic
By Jennifer Moody

We waited so long. We were so excited. And finally, finally Nov. 4 had come — the day I could take my daughters to see a living legend in concert: Paul McCartney.

I have been a rabid Beatles fan since age 12, the year I purchased my very own first Beatles album, the year John Lennon was shot. I have books, I have CDs, I have movies, and the new Capitol album four-disc pack is on my Christmas list.

My daughters, ages 5 and 3½, have memorized my VHS copy of “Yellow Submarine.” They named our three kittens John Paul, George and Ringo. They request their favorites in the car: “Eleanor Rigby” for Sarah, and — oddly — the German version of “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” for Rebecca.

On Super Bowl Sunday this year, they came racing to meet me at their grandmother’s home to tell me who sang during the halftime show: “Mommy! Mommy! We saw Paul, Paul of the Beatles! He sang ‘Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged!’”

So I promised them, and myself, that if and when Paul ever toured again, I would take them.

When Paul announced this past spring that he was going to hit the road, I checked the Internet every day for ticket news. I was up at first light when they went on sale, tapping on my Internet connection as I simultaneously dialed Fastixx.

I couldn’t get in. The show sold out within some 15 minutes, and I couldn’t find four tickets anywhere in the Rose Garden for any amount of money.

That sent me into a deep funk for two days. I’ve seen Paul twice myself, but who knew if I’d ever get to share the experience with my girls? He’s — say it’s not so — 63, after all.

Crazy, anyway, taking two tiny kids to a major concert. But people go to see Barney and Disney on Ice, I reasoned. Besides, they’re real fans, especially Sarah, 5, who questions me about lyrics and about each Beatle’s life and family. “Why did they bury Eleanor Rigby? Was she real? Why did John die?”

Finally, eBay saved the day. I found four tickets in a reasonably good spot in the lower section, for more than face value but less than what I’d been willing to pay. Best of all, the seller had a “buy it now” option so I didn’t have to lose out.

My husband humored me and wore one of my old McCartney concert T-shirts. I bought little “Yellow Submarine” shirts for the girls. We left for Portland four hours before showtime. (Good thing, too; traffic was the worst I’ve ever seen.)

Sarah was openmouthed at the sight of the Rose Garden. She bounced in her seat. She beamed at me. She screamed when Paul came onstage and launched into “Magical Mystery Tour.” “This is the best ever!!” she rhapsodized. I felt the same way.

Right until she threw up.

Eight songs into the set (“Got to Get You Into My Life”), she told me her stomach hurt. She missed “Maybe I’m Amazed” while Daddy took her to the bathroom. She made it back for “The Long and Winding Road” and a beautiful solo, acoustic guitar performance of the White Album ballad “I Will.”

And then she buckled in my husband’s arms and the remains of her popcorn, cheese pizza and strawberry lemonade were on the floor. And his coat. And Rebecca’s leg.

Roger, bless him, carried her out and said he’d see us later. Rebecca, in spite of her splashed leg, seemed to be content to curl up in my lap and keep watching. I kept hoping maybe the illness was a one-vomit thing and they’d be back.

But seven songs later, as Paul launched into “Eleanor Rigby” and the seat next to me was still empty, I cried.

He sang for more than two and a half hours, all the stuff my daughters love: “Good Day Sunshine,” “Band on the Run,” “Penny Lane.” It was very late. At “Back in the USSR,” I looked down and Rebecca was asleep. I sat through “Hey Jude,” singing the na-na-na-na’s with the audience, singing with some 22,000 others, but none of them the people I wanted most to sing with.

I caught a small break when Rebecca woke up for the double encores. She got to hear “Get Back” and “Yesterday” and an absolutely killer performance of “Helter Skelter,” which was first performed live for this tour. When the lights finally came on, we headed for the car.

Sarah was asleep in the back seat, a big paper cup at the ready. She threw up several more times on the way home and at least twice during the night. Roger told me she moaned as he carried her out: “This is a fine how-do-you-do! Throwing up at Paul McCartney!”

Paul, if you’re reading this, please tour again. Just one more time. We don’t have to have good seats. We just want to be there and be a part of the Beatle mystique my daughters never knew.

Sarah will still need you when you’re 64.

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Hey! It's Paul McCartney, fer cryin' out loud

By CECELIA GOODNOW
SEATTLE POST-INTELLIGENCER REPORTER

The first time I saw Paul McCartney, he was 5 inches high and made of plastic.

The first time I saw Paul naked, he was tiny enough to fit in an ashtray and gird his loins with a gum wrapper.

So Friday, when I finally saw Sir Paul in the flesh, it was a larger-than-life moment.

The scene was Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park, where pouring, miserable rain tested the loyalty of about 700 fans lined up for a brief moment with Sir Paul.

They were there out of love. So was I, though I was supposed to be working.

Between his Thursday night KeyArena concert and his Friday afternoon plane trip to Portland, Paul had wedged in time to promote his new children's book, "High in the Clouds."

Most of the fans were there to pick up their prepurchased, preautographed copies and, with any luck, get a moment to say hi to Paul. It was the grown-up equivalent of a visit with Santa.

I was there to cover a presigning media event -- Paul reading part of his book to 30 kids from Briarcrest Elementary in Shoreline.

The downside: I'd be behind a rope with the rest of the media herd, and I wouldn't even get to say hello! Damn, I thought, maybe I should have skipped the staged event and taken my chances with the (rest of) the fans.

Not to sound like a gushing schoolgirl, but I've been a Beatles fan since about fifth grade and this was my big chance to finally meet my lifelong hero. I drew inspiration from those ingenious Beatlemaniacs I used to read about in Datebook magazine, who would stop at nothing to wrangle their way backstage.

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Initially, the Fab Four were a bit of a hard sell for me. I was in fifth grade when they hit it big, and the first I heard of them was when my classmates showed up with cheesy-looking Beatle dolls. Made by Remco, they were 5 inches high and had rooted hair, grotesque features and lipstick-red mouths.

Nonetheless, they reduced my friends to giggling hysteria. Back and forth across the lunch table, Paul, Ringo, John and George traded hands as preteen girls argued over who was cutest.

With a roll of the eyes, I held myself above the fray, sort of like my 14-year-old son does today with Harry Potter. But I didn't have his persistence. Less than a year passed before my hauteur crumbled.

Please please me? You bet they did. I missed "A Hard Day's Night" and never made it to a Beatles concert (I was living in the Panama Canal Zone at the time), but by the time "Help!" hit the silver screen, I was totally besotted. I saw it 10 times with my best friend, Anne.

Our favorite scene was when Paul suffers accidental shrinkage and slides right out of his clothes, grabbing a gum wrapper for coverage and leaping into a nearby ashtray. Oh, my gawdddd! Rapturous giggles.

I still remember the night I found out the Beatles were on "The Ed Sullivan Show." Unfortunately, I learned this five minutes after their performance.

"Mercy," Anne's mother exclaimed as she looked at my face, "is Cecelia crying?!"

I only tell you this so you'll understand why, when Paul showed up at Third Place in a black Lincoln Town Car with a blue-light police escort, I suddenly forgot I was a world-weary reporter.

The moment Paul emerged, a high-pitched roar went up from the crowd.

"Paaauuullll!" yelled one middle-age woman.

Whoops -- did that come out of me? Guiltily, I looked around, hoping the nearby AP photographer hadn't heard my unprofessional slip.

I hadn't really expected my heart to go pitter pat. I've met famous people before and I was working, after all. But, jeez, I truly was awestruck.

Paul waved and said hi and slipped inside. Tightly chaperoned media types entered a few minutes later and joined the second- and third-graders sitting cross-legged in a part of the store that was set up to look like a cozy living room.

Paul disappeared for a while to presign copies of his book. Finally, he joined us and sat down in a Windsor chair next to a floor lamp. He was about 15 feet away -- within drooling distance.

"Hey, hi, kids, how ya doing?" he said.

Shyly, the kids said hi.

"Are you comfortable? Are you ready?"

With that, Sir Paul began reading his story about Wirral the squirrel, who travels to the land of Animalia after ruthless developers destroy the woodland.

Paul was friendly but subdued, as if he hadn't yet replenished the adrenalin he'd used up in the previous night's concert. He read softly, without a mike. I noticed he still had a fair bit of Liverpool in his accent.

He grew more animated as he went along -- especially when the kids got a chance to ask questions about his book.

Personally, I only had eyes for Paul. He was slender in a blue-gray suit and daintily flowered shirt. He looked younger in person than in photos. A couple of times we made brief eye contact.

"I'm enjoying myself -- forget the show tonight," he joked to the kids. "Let's just do this."

But the hourglass was running out. After half an hour, Paul told the kids goodbye and they filed out. I looked around and was startled to see that all the other reporters and photographers were gone, having received the fateful shoulder taps that meant time's up.

Still, I lingered. Instead of being swept up by his handlers, Paul stood there schmoozing with a couple of people, just a few feet away. The media folk had been instructed to keep quiet during Paul's appearance, but this unexpected access was practically a sign from God.

With a sudden burst of courage, I leaned across the rope and called out, "Paul!"

He turned my way. I smiled and stuck out my hand.

Amazingly, Paul walked over and shook it. His hand felt cool and dry.

I quickly babbled my name and added that, while I was supposed to be a jaded media type, I had to say hi because I'd been a fan since fifth grade.

"That's great," he said cordially before rejoining his entourage.

At least I think that's what he said. I do remember he smiled. And that no one hauled me off in irons.

But mostly I remember the feel of Paul's hand. Wow. Wait till Anne hears about this.
P-I reporter Cecelia Goodnow can be reached at 206-448-8353 or cecel

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Paul McCartney draws a crowd at the Rose Garden

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PORTLAND, Ore. - The Rose Garden played host to some big musical acts this week - first the Rolling Stones on Tuesday and then Paul McCartney on Friday.
For Paul McCartney and his fans, the 'Magical Mystery Tour' never really ends.
"I wouldn't have thought that he'd still be doing rock 'n roll in his 60s," said fan Steve Perry. "But then the Rolling Stones were here the other night and they look a lot older than he does."
It was way back in 1965 when McCartney and The Beatles first invaded the Rose City. The venue was the Memorial Coliseum and the admission, just $5.
Today, fans pay a lot more than $5 to see McCartney, but many say it is worth the dough.