It's a ridiculously dumb thing to say about literally one of the most famous people to ever walk the earth, but I feel like I've been haunted by Paul McCartney lately. He's been regularly popping everywhere in my zone of awareness for the past few weeks, but it very specific ways.
I have randomly heard Live and Let Die at least five times on the radio this month, and a Beck remix of a Macca song will not dislodge itself from my suggested links. His face has appeared in a large amount of magazines that I've read recently, and even his brother unexpectedly showed up as a historical figure in an episode of my favourite podcast that I was listening to yesterday.
It's partly my own fault, I am still slowly watching Get Back at a glacial pace, so every few days watch another five minutes and get another dose of Prime McCartney. But there he is, beaming away through the decades, everywhere I look.
It's like being aware of a number, and then noticing it everywhere - the 23 phenomenon - this man has always been a part of modern culture for more than a decade before I was born, of course he's going to be everywhere if I actually look for him.
But I also feel like it's some kind of acknowledgement that the big man should be celebrated more. If only for creating such wonderful music, and for not being a monster like so many of his contemporaries were, for just being a good guy making sure everyone is having a good time, and that's all you need, because that is everything.
Anyway, when the universe tells me to listen to something more, I always go do down the long and winding road.
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