The top 80 best things about Paul McCartney:
the pure joy of him
that he smells like home
everything his lyrics don't mean
his voice obviously
linda
his refusal to modestly pretend the beatles weren't that good
how often he slept with John
how much he wants to tell you how often he slept with John
how much space he holds for him
being self-aware that he likes a bit of adulation sometimes
being self-aware about NOTHING ELSE
his eyebrows let's be serious
sitting on his hands
his love of buses
how he is palpably at least twenty different people
none of them boring
his oral fixation
his terrible beautiful relationship with george
how turned on he is by all the world
his very happy childhood
every iteration of his facial hair
when he's not in a laughing mood even
she can be a diplomat but I don't need a girl like that
his entire wardrobe in 1967
"i'm a golden garter"
the exclamation mark in oh! darling
the factory sounds on silly love songs
when he looked after someone's dog for a few weeks and changed its name
luigi and mr blendini
the soft perfection of mullet
"that's why I'm talking to John and not you"
owing it to his mum to still be himself
chopping the onions because he doesn't like to see linda cry
wearing his children inside his jacket
touching pianos
being vaguely bothered when people know more than him
"What's it like to be father to an 8yo girl?" "It's a terrible burden."
all of mmt but especially the magicians
how stupidly much he loves John
how little limit he places on that love
covering his nipples
the orange jumper
hiding away in cupboards
his adoring love of little richard
eating at home
his commitment to doing things he wants to do
refusing to feel tortured
liking to be liked
playing with children
random noises and funny voices
his little dances
banana milkshakes
climbing things
shipping people in his audiences
drawing music out of the air
"a formidable enthusiasm"
his show pony glossy hair
the way ringo touches him
the shape of him on stage
how much happiness his music holds
how easily it tears your heart out
doodling beatle logos in his little notebook
having a flat out breakdown in front of an entire film crew because to go and have his breakdown in private would be to admit he was having a breakdown
making guitar picks from pennies on the railway tracks
"we were all in love with John"
needing permission to be tired
casually not getting addicted to hard drugs
"prick him, and a song wells up"
his connection to the universe
his utter trust in it
heaven being a trip to spain via paris
making trails in the woods
the way musicians look at him
how thoroughly strange he is
the exact size of the hole in his mind
the utter bitch inside him
his very deep sluttiness
his imaginary emotions
his ridiculous face
just every fucking note of him
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