Monday, November 26, 2012
The Mull of Kintyre
Did I mention, silly me?
Phinnaeus and a friend of his did go to the concert, however, and I'm very glad they did. It's sort of a continuum that kids from his generation still enjoy the music of the ... um ... "older" generation.
My favourite song of Paul McCartney's is The Mull of Kintyre. My dearest friend from school married a Scottish fellow and moved to Aberdeen, Scotland. A few years ago I went back to visit her. She and her husband took me on a tour of Scotland around the Aberdeen area. One afternoon as we were driving along the North Sea coastline, The Mull of Kintyre began playing on the car radio. The feeling was surreal. Here I was, driving along the beautiful, rolling coastline of Scotland, listening to The Mull of Kintyre. It was like the sound track of my life. It was beautiful.
My friend, Sherry, passed away two years ago, and whenever I hear The Mull of Kintyre, I am back in Scotland with my friend, driving along the North Sea. It is a very strong memory, and one of my fondest memories.
Apparently, Paul McCartney doesn't play The Mull of Kintyre very often at his concerts. In fact, it is said he plays it about once a decade. I don't know if that is true or not, but if I had gone to the concert, I certainly would have wanted to hear him play it. Well, last night Paul McCartney and the wonderful local Delta Police Pipe Band played Mull of Kintyre, and thanks to the wonders of YouTube, I am able to watch it. It is a beautiful tune, and it still makes me cry. And it still takes me back to the beautiful drive along the North Sea in Scotland.
Smiles in the sunshine
And tears in the rain
Still take me back to where my memories remain
Flickering embers growing higher and higher
As they carry me back to the mull of kintyre
Mull of kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire is always to be here
Oh mull of kintyre