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Paul McCartney
As a person, Paul McCartney has done an efficient job of keeping his personal affairs outside of the public eye, and that judicious sense of self-protection has always extended to his music. One reason his solo career has been so frustrating is because we rarely catch a glimpse of what is really on his mind. His recent marital issues have been tabloid fodder for quite a while now, though, and I’d bet that many fans are secretly hoping that juicy tidbits concerning his divorce will be revealed in his newer material. A nasty break-up song would be most scintillating, but true fans already know that the odds of hearing anything so bluntly autobiographical from Sir Paul is virtually nonexistent.
Well, hold onto your hats. You still have to make presumptions, and assume even more, but it’s obvious that McCartney has a lot on his mind, and he’s putting those thoughts into lyrics. Unlike previous tactics, where he often applied his observations to third parties, “Memory Almost Full” displays McCartney singing mostly in the first person. He still keeps his cards fairly close to his vest, but you can’t help but sense that he’s really trying to convey something disarmingly honest about himself. Virtually every song on the album includes the word ‘I’. Of course, these songs could be characterizations, too, but I doubt it. There’s such a strong underlying theme of mortality running through this collection of songs that it would nearly impossible to fake anything so heavy and earnest.
“Memory Almost Full” overflows with intense ruminations on time passing and the finality of death, and yet McCartney still maintains a whimsical tone throughout most of the disk. – How Paul McCartney-like is that? Who else could sing about impending death and make it sound like a Sunday drive? “Ever Present Past” has him dwelling on “times that have gone too fast” with a carefree shrug. “You Tell Me” is more inscrutable and poetic, but it catches McCartney questioning his own power of recall, singing, “Were we there? Was it real? Is it truly how I feel? Maybe. You tell me.” Mr. Bellamy is certainly a classic McCartney characterization of a man contemplating suicide, or at least escaping his oppressors. The deeper you go into the disk, the more impressive (and impending) it becomes. “Vintage Clothes” is a clever allusion to growing old and watching your wardrobe turn into ‘vintage clothes’. “That Was Me” flashes images of a life, while observing, “when I think that all this stuff makes a life, it’s pretty hard to take it in.”
As you’d expect from a collection of McCartney songs, there’s plenty of melody, and many sound oddly familiar, suggesting classic Wings tunes. “Only Mama Knows” hints at “Junior’s Farm” and “Ever Present Past” lifts some of its melody from “Wonderful Christmastime,” while “You Tell Me” and “House of Wax” both suggest bits of “Dear Friend.” Many of these songs even feature Linda-esque harmonies, which is somehow simultaneously comforting and creepy. The sense of finality reaches its poetic climax on the aptly named “End of the End,” wherein McCartney faces his own death as though the Grim Reaper was hovering over him. It is a stunningly beautiful moment that justifies the entire disk; indeed, it justifies his entire career. This would be the logical ending for “Memory Almost Full,” but “Nod Your Head” provides a most unusual coda for such a well-adjusted album. Over a sea of noisy atonality, McCartney lets loose with some unbridled anger, aimed at a not quite estranged partner. Could this be that most rare moment when McCartney finally releases unbridled and mostly undisguised anger at someone who has deceived him? It’s thoroughly incongruous with the rest of the disk and 100% unexpected, and especially unsettling coming at the end of an entire album’s worth of songs that sum up a life well spent.
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