There's a terrific profile of Paul McCartney in The New Yorker this week. It was written by John Colapinto. When asked who's your favorite Beatle, I've been pretty consistent in saying " It's Paul. "
Even though I know it would be cool to say, " John. "
John was the dark side of The Beatles phenomenon. Paul was the light. After founding Wings, he morphed into his Lite period.
But I've always been drawn to Paul. I've had dreams about him. About meeting him at parties and seeing him boarding a train. In the New Yorker profile, Colapinto writes of the role Paul played during the filming of Let It Be.
" McCartney is shown repeatedly trying, and failing, to inspire comaradarie and excitement in his bandmates. "
Joseph Campbell, who wrote about myths and gods, wrote that John Lennon was ( and probably still is ) a god. But for me? Paul is that, too. He has a new CD on the shelves next Tuesday. I'll be buying it.