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I like that teenage Paul McCartney used to drink tea with the elderly ladies in his neighborhood so that he could listen to their stories about WWII and that he would visit Julian Lennon because he what it was like to grow up in a one parent household.
I like that Paul McCartney wrote songs about his sheepdog (Martha) and pony (Jet) and deeply coded lyrics about frustrations about his inlaws so that their feelings wouldn't be hurt.
I like that Paul McCartney remembers the names of people like Mr. Leon, an old Jewish man who called him in a fury in 1969 because he saw a sign on the front window of Apple boutique advertising "Hey Jude" and assumed that it was a mocking reference to Kristallnacht.
I like that McCartney felt it necessary to talk to an angry Holocaust survivor on the phone (while being subjected to invective and threats of violence from the old man’s son) just to reassure him that Hey Jude was a tribute to a friend’s son on the eve of his parent’s divorce.
As a young guy I loved John Lennon got the same reasons I loved John Cleese. Their aggressive intelligence and verbal insouciance resonated with me. As a middle aged man, I find myself feeling more affectionate toward McCartney and Terry Jones.
