It was a normal day, cloudy, fresh and humid. I was driving down San Felipe St. with the windows down, listening to this NPR’s program, Fresh Air. Terry was interviewing a guy who happened to be talking about how as a kid, he enjoyed whistling, a habit he had picked up after his mother. Terry made a comment “Oh, you really do it well…” and he kept talking and talking about songs and so forth.
On the other side of the radio waves, I was trying to decipher the accent of the interviewed guest, which sounded very Irish, but not so quite. He had a husky, sexy, low-pitched and old voice, which somehow annoyed me. I tuned to the classical music station instead, but unhappy about the piece that was playing I decided to give Terry and her guest one more try.
That’s was when she said: “Our guest today is Paul McCartney who is talking about his new album, “Kisses on the Bottom“. Suddenly, something changed inside me. I started paying more attention to what he was saying, while in the back of my mind I was going: “You’re so foolish, full of crap…you weren’t even paying attention, but as soon as she said: “Paul McCartney”, oh yeah, the old man is worth listening to…, blah, blah, blah“. Noises in my head. I decided to shut my sorry self up and listen to what Sir Paul had to say. That was when IT happened.
I fell in love with him. In a way that I’ve never done before. I can’t really consider myself a fan, I have none of his records in my collection, and all I’ve ever enjoyed of his music I can thank to the radio. But as he talked about his work process and how the song “My Valentine” came to be, I could not help myself. I was head over toes for him.
…AND SO I DO
WITHOUT A CARE
I KNOW THAT SOMEDAY SOON THE SUN IS GONNA SHINE
AND SHE’LL BE THERE, THIS LOVE OF MINE
So, the day ended and I was left with a burning passion for the Sir.
Pity, our love was never meant to be.
Note on the page: a technique I’ve tried, suggested by my dear Polly Johnson.