Paul, the constant contestant

Sir Paul that is.

Last night, at the White House.

And it’s not an audition for America Got Talent.

It’s taped. And will be aired on PBS.

And on YouTube, people were downloading his 1968 Blackbird. 40+ years.

Some people don’t even live that long.

Phenomenal.

In the age of change, it’s good for the Global community to have his voice as nursing rhythms.

I never forget the cut away shots at his concert in Red Square, as dust started to settle.

Russian hippies were holding each other, swinging to the tunes they hoped would never end.

Music, sports and now the internet.

The global common denominators.

Uplifting and resonating.

You can solicit some negativism from strangers to carry the conversation, but it will only go so far, before

it backfires on you.

But with music and sports, there is no discussion there.

We all bow at the temples of excellence, creativity and synergy.

Since the time I first heard their tunes, until now, I have gone through uncountable hardships and changes.

But when I press Play, they remind me “Here Comes the Sun” and that “Strawberry Fields are Forever.”

In other words, there will always be a tomorrow, and that their music will be there to help celebrate,

in Times Square or Red Square.

If he were to try out today at America Got Talent, he probably still passes.

See, his fan base doesn’t die off, just yet. Average life span is 74. And we started early, at let’s say 10.

Paul and the Beatles still got another 20 years of Long Tail, albeit elevator music.

Just hope that the orchestra does justice in turning their music into Muzak. La, la, la, la, la, “hey Jude”.

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