Ok so I was in Starbucks this morning. I know, that in and of itself is sort of embarrassing, but there’s one right near my house and the “independent” place nearby is too full of hipster attitude. The hipster attitude is annoying in Williamsburg; in the suburbs it is downright upsetting. Anyway, I had the pleasure of seeing a whole cardboard display dedicated to (Sir) Paul McCartney’s new album, Memory Almost Full. Though the fact that the title is mildly computer-related is about 5% amusing, I can’t even begin to describe my depression on hearing snippets of it through the Starbucks PA, seeing the “limited edition” Paul McCartney Starbucks gift card, thinking again of his annoying ex-wife (you know, the one with the leg issue), and generally just remarking to myself on how much of a Beatles fan I am and how much I hate Paul McCartney’s pathetic solo career. It’s doubly depressing these days because I am well aware there are plenty of kids who have never had the joy of getting a real Beatles intro.

Anyway, not much to say here other than that I really really really hate his reincarnated version, and I wish he would just go retire somewhere and give it up. For all the kids that don’t know, the Let It Be remaster is a pretty rockin intro.