The classic Paul McCartney called his “definitive” love song
The purest form of romantic devotion.
A fruitful transatlantic rivalry.
Still perfect after years of listening.
“Loudest, nastiest, sweatiest rock number we could.”
Going electronic to going berzerk.
A key moment in Paul McCartney’s development as a songwriter.
Far from the finished product sound.
He regretted not writing it himself
“You’re gonna carry that weight.”
“I don’t feel it talking to me at all.”
Not understanding the screenwriting angle.