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Paul McCartney - 2013-06-10 Barclays Center, NYC

Artist  : Paul McCartney
Date    : 2013-06-10
Venue   : Barclays Center, NYC
Lineage : AUD
Quality : VG+
Setlist  :

すこしリズム隊が遠くに感じてしまうので、あまり迫力のある音とは言えません。バランスもすこし左に寄っていて、気になる人はバランス調整するといいと思います。それにしても"Let me roll it"のあとのMCが一言一句同じなのはもう名人芸の域に達してますね。

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Paul McCartney
Barclays Center, NYC
June 10, 2013

01-Eight Days a Week
02-Junior's Farm
03-All My Loving
04-Listen to What the Man Said
05-Let Me Roll It "Foxy Lady" snippet
06-Paperback Writer
07-My Valentine
08-Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Five
09-The Long and Winding Road
10-Maybe I'm Amazed
11-Things We Said Today
12-We Can Work It Out
13-Another Day
14-And I Love Her
15-Blackbird
16-Here Today
17-Your Mother Should Know
18-Lady Madonna
19-All Together Now
20-Lovely Rita
21-Mrs. Vandebilt
22-Eleanor Rigby
23-Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!
24-Something
25-Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
26-Band on the Run
27-Back in the U.S.S.R.
28-Let It Be
29-Live and Let Die
30-Hey Jude

31-Day Tripper
32-Hi, Hi, Hi
33-I Saw Her Standing There

34-Yesterday
35-Helter Skelter
36-Golden Slumbers
37-Carry That Weight / The End


Lineage: Stealth recorded and minimally produced by mrsaureus, sittin at the front of the second floor section left of center. Core-Sound High End Binaurals (DPA-4060 capsules) to Sony PCM-M10 (48 kHZ, 24 bit), WavePad Sound Editor to chop and FLAC only. This is an audience recording that aims to document the experience of being in the crowd at the show, and features occasionally loud but appropriate crowd noise.  This is the first time this recording is being shared.

I’ve never seen Paul McCartney before, and it was sloshing around in that category of things I certainly intended to do but comfortably deferred.  After all, unlike the Stones, there seemed to be plenty of product on the shelves.  Then the middle of last week, with the news about Maxwells, came a startling awareness of the fragility of things starting with “M”, and I hopped onto stubhub tout de suite to catch while catch can.

I was in luck, because Paul was playing a only week later at Barclays Center, a venue I’d never been to, but wanted to check out.  And so it was that my son Pete and I sloshed over to that gigantic cup of cappucino in Prospect Heights in a driving rainon Monday night to see most of what is left of the Beatles.

Now I’m a Beatles fan, of course.  Not being a Beatles fan is an essentially intractable position, and many would consider it a mild form of mental illness, but I don’t consider myself a rabid Beatles fan.  The songs are so familiar that for me they’ve lost most of their gloss, but here is one of the things I love about live music:  like the prospect of being hanged, it focusses the mind.  Expertly performed by a consummate professional who comes off as an unassuming all-around good guy, the songs were a dazzling, titanic, almost endless procession of breathtaking musical genius which I was able to consider freshly, as if hearing them for the first time.  Paul played a generous two and half hour set with two encores, and still left an entire concert of A list material unplayed.  Only during a new song about a rainy day did the otherwise rapt audience briefly disengage, and highlights from Wings slipped in here and there without embarassing themselves.  Even the inanely bombastic Live and Let Die was served up cheerful and hot, with a palette of pyrotechnics that goosed the excitable crowd.

Barclays?  Shame about the Bakery, but I don’t think it ruins the neighborhood.  There was a big rail yard there before anyway, so it’s not like it squatted down in the middle of Union Square or something.  It seems a little smaller than the Garden and a little more provincial, sort of like the mirror image of the Prudential Center in Newark.  When the articulated camera at the stage lip turned on the crowd during the fevered pre-encore rave up of Hey Jude, a whole passel of celebrities were spotlighted like deer, including Jerry Seinfeld and family, Martin Scorcese and Jimmy Fallon, and I’m guessing that was as much like being at a Knick’s game as Barclays will ever get.