I watched Paul McCartney at the iHeartRadio Music Festival the other night, and I'm reminded of my rock & roll fantasy.
First a little background. I'm a huge Beatles and Paul McCartney fan, and also a drummer. Years ago, I played "Ringo" in a Beatles tribute band. We played at a few parties and free shows, but there was never a "mania" for The Killer Beatles. I even had to buy the exact same drums Ringo played with the Beatles. Still have 'em.
So I know the drum parts for virtually every Beatles song and most Paul McCartney songs. My fantasy is the following stage announcement at a concert from Sir Paul: "Yeah thank you, you're great, Hey, um, can anyone play the drums? Our drummer seems to have had an accident or something, and we need someone who can um, play all the old songs.
My hand would shoot up. "Yes SIR, Mr. McCartney," I'd shout, and I'd run up on stage to tremendous applause. This actually happened at a Who concert, when a drunk Keith Moon passed out. I'd knock 'em dead on "I Saw Her Standing There" and "Get Back" and then I'd come down to the front of the stage and raise hands in triumph with a smiling Sir Paul.
For the record, I wish nothing but the best of health for Abe Laboriel Jr, Paul's long-time drummer. But he does look a little out-of-breath in this picture. It's probably good for Paul to know I'm ready, just in case.