August 24, 2013, the night before my 49th birthday, my daughter and I decided to celebrate with chicken wings at a local bbq spot. After placing our order, we engaged in casual conversation while music was piped in through the speakers. As we listened to the musical prologue of “Live and Let Die” begin, a song I had not heard in ages, my daughter casually stated “I love the Beatles”. Now, I really didn’t need to correct my daughter’s innocent mistake but before I could stop myself I told her “That is pretty close, dear, but this isn’t the Beatles. It’s one of the Beatles, Paul McCartney and his band Wings”. I did make sure to tell her I was impressed that an 11 year old girl was able to notice the voice singing was one of the Beatles. And the irony that we ordered "wings" was not lost on me.
Later that evening, we watched a movie together on TV which ended at 9 PM. Neither of us was ready to go to bed yet so I began aimlessly flipping the channels to find something else for us to watch. Within a few seconds I stumbled upon the cable music channel Palladia. At that moment, they were just beginning to air the live concert recording from 1976 of Paul McCartney and Wings. I smiled, acknowledged the miracle and expressed my gratitude for the synchronicities in my life.
Now, cynics and skeptics may dismiss this as nothing more than a mere coincidence. And, in my former state of mind, I would have been inclined to agree with them. If that were the end of the story…
The very next day, after attending services at Joyful Gathering Spiritual Center, I took my daughter to grab a quick bite to each for lunch. Imagine our surprise when a Paul McCartney and Wings’ song starts playing at this particular eatery in the short time we were there.
Fast forward to a couple weeks later when my girlfriend and return from a nice evening out September 13, 2013 and sit down to watch some TV together. Again, aimlessly flipping channels to a local a PBS station, we notice the black and white screen and the stylings of American standards being played. We look at each other knowingly as we realize the singer is nobody other than Paul McCartney playing music from his 2012 album “Kisses on the Bottom”. Mesmerized by both the music and the synchronicity continuing to be played out, I silently thank the Universe again.
The very next morning I begin to perform some basic computer tasks while watching a documentary I had recorded on the DVR. Dave Grohl of the Foo Fighters wrote and produced a wonderful film about the iconic and hugely influential recording studio, Sound City. So many great records were recorded there in the 70s, 80s and 90s, including some of my personal favorites like Buckingham Nicks, Tom Petty, Fleetwood Mac, Dio and Nirvana. However, the analog studio could not compete against the ease and convenience of the digital age and eventually folded. As the documentary winds down, Dave Grohl decides to purchase the historic Neve mixing board used in so many classic records and invites some famous friends to record a new album. Unknown to me prior to watching the film, one of the artists who joins him in the studio is no less than Paul McCartney.I type this wondering what this all means or whether it means anything at all. People in this world experience greater joys and successes or suffer more pain and losses than my own personal encounters. And yet, for completely involuntary and unintentional reasons, I keep allowing Paul McCartney in my conscious experience.
Maybe I’m amazed.