This anonymous comment on Secret Diary of Steve Jobs really faked me out … so cool, so coolly evil at the same time.

I’ve always wanted to ask Paul, So how do you feel about the fact that the Beatles are dying in order of coolness, and there’s only you and Ringo left?

You are genius-bad. Whoever you are.

Charming intro, one senses, to a return to authenticity for Paul. No doubt we have Miss Tacky-Nighties to thank. I know I feel better about the man than I have in years … it’s palpable, age, genuine good spirits, never mind the bloody talent. The test will be, shall he have to dis John Lennon again.

Redemption lives in the strangest corners of our lives.

Lovely piece in the Washington Post the other day about Paul, his new oratio is it, and of course the writing trailed off into all else that has happened and is happening—then gathered on this marvellous ending note, this opening up into the night but also into what must be, still, a wonderful heart. An antic moment that seemed very much of the Beatles as they were, and perhaps part of McCartney’s genius is that this has never changed. I would imagine so. Read the rest of this entry »