Summer Beatle

We interrupt this family vacation to bring you...Paul McCartney! Krysta, Erin, Curt and I went to the concert. It was incredible. Sir Paul stayed on stage for almost 3 hours. His band even took a break while he stayed and played a few songs with just his guitar. (Those young 'uns needed a rest.)

Months ago when I got the tickets, I wondered how we'd choose which two kids we'd take. (The internet would only allow 4 tickets per address.) Rachel wasn't interested and when Camille heard the concert was 3 hours long, she decided she didn't want to go.

When I told Kevin I had Paul McCartney tickets, he said, "Isn't he dead?"

"No," I responded.

"Well, then isn't he like 90? He must just stand there and talk to people." replied Kevin.

"You're tending," I told him.

That was easier than I thought.

That biker dude behind me could whistle louder than anything going on on stage. I covered my ears every time he let loose.

As you can see from this picture we were rather far from the stage.

Good thing for the two big screens on either side.
See the little person by the white tent? The one in the dark suit on stage holding a guitar, just below the drummer? Yes, that would be him.

Here's the "close-up."

About half way through the concert, we walked around and found some standing room much closer to the stage. After that, we had as good a view as those who paid the big bucks.

I spent time putting together the video clips that I took that night. Trust me, I made an awesome video. Well, it was just okay given the abilities of my camera and me. However, apparently Blogger and Vimeo have limits on what they can upload. Come on, it's only about 4 minutes! My technology, my skills, and my imagination are not in sync. One or more are always lacking. Anyway here is a snippet. It's a little jumpy because I was trying to video and move to the music. What was I saying about my video skills?

Paul McCartney from Sydna Graf on Vimeo.

Krysta pulled a Ryan a was able to sneak down to the 2nd row during the encore!

This is Krysta's video. We missed most of the song because we were trying to pass a security guard to follow Krysta. I theorize that security tends to ignore cute girls in shorts. Bald men in jeans, not so much. (Curt went first and talked to the guard.) We had to hustle back up the stairs in shame.

Yesterday from Sydna Graf on Vimeo.

This is her explaining that when the guard was distracted by other fence hoppers, she snuck in.

We had a great time. On the way out I heard a mom tell her family, "Pack up the van, we're heading to Denver (the next concert stop)" I would agree!