December Tuesday finds me on Jolimont Station 8:15.
Settling into reading I hear familiar chord progressions, think nothing of it,
a car radio, someone’s phone. It’s slightly slower for Hard Day’s Night but the
changes are perfect, vocals curiously close to the original. It hits me,
tonight is the only night I have ever heard Paul McCartney’s voice. It’s
carrying well from AAMI Park, straight no surprises, down to precision whoops.
A little touch of Beatlemania in the night, before the Eltham express takes me
away home to where “I find the things that you do make me feel alright.”
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