All families have stories that are wheeled out at any available opportunity, and the one that is most frequently repeated in the Lowman household is that young Lesley Harrison (mum) went to see The Beatles at the Nelson Imperial Ballroom in '63, stood in the balcony because she wasn't really old enough to be there, and was waved at by none other than Macca.
Skip forward 47 years, and Lesley now Lowman got to see her favourite Beatle, this time with her husband and the kids in whom she had instilled a huge love for him. Yes, me and Paul (the big bro one) spend a not inconsiderable proportion of our lives standing up for Macca against those who say he's cheesy, over the hill, or simply not as talented as John.
Legend is a big word, but you don't get bigger than a Beatle, and McCartney seems anxious to live up to his status, and to his fans' expectations; this gig was three hours long and packed with all the songs you would expect, and several you wouldn't.
So yes, there were the songs that you now simply think of as 'Paul McCartney songs' - like Hey Jude, Yesterday, The Long and Winding Road, even Jet and Live and Let Die - but there were also songs which are undeniably Beatles songs. And there we were, seeing and hearing a Beatle perform them. Incredible - and, in the case of second number All My Loving, really quite emotional for me. Pure, joyful, early Beatles. And dancing along to Back in the USSR and that - as Neil Hannon would have it - divine Beatles bassline of Lady Madonna? Truly magical.