Lately I’ve been feeling broken. It’s lasted long enough that I don’t think it’s unique to me anymore. You try to do good and you fuck it up. People who you’ve never met hate you. People who love you stop, turn on you–it happens every day. Broken in the way that doesn’t get fixed. At 74, Sir Paul McCartney knows a thing or two about brokenness. Maybe when people are as successful as he has become, we forget to acknowledge their humanity. We forget to acknowledge their losses, struggles, their brokenness. There were several times on the stage at Metlife Stadium last night where Paul McCartney visibly teared up.
One was when he sang “Maybe I’m Amazed” a song he wrote in tribute to his late wife Linda, who died back in 1998. Nearly twenty years ago at this point, McCartney lost his partner of 29 years, but he didn’t shut down. Another emotional moment was when he prefaced “Here Today” with a gentle lament on not telling the people we love how we really feel about them, then described the track as a conversation he wrote between him and John Lennon. McCartney has lost two of the three men who will forever define his musical career–hell, who will forever define an era of music that much of the world regards as one of the greatest in history. The Beatles and The 60s seem and feel and sound so synonymous, and yet, that’s only one fraction of the musical output this man has given us. Even after the band’s breakup infamously sent him into a spiral of depression, he didn’t stop there. He could’ve. I thought about that last night, because I’ve been thinking about quitting.