We were singing along too - we tried to get my dad to sing, he said he didn’t know the words (this was the “na na” part) :roll: - but even he eventually sang along!
I think it was pretty impressive. The Hoffner bass was classy, and the pyrotechnics on Live and Let Die were out of this world. How do they set up that stage, with all that equipment, in so little time? And Paul was definitely rocking.
Who was the lead guitar player? He almost stole the show.
I don’t know…any “sport” where the idea is to render your opponent unconscious is pretty violent to me. I had a very good friend who was a Golden Gloves boxer at the Naval Academy. He’d won some matches and was working his way up to some championship. We went to one of his bouts and it was terribly disturbing to me–and not just because he lost. It was obviously entertaining to a lot of people, but to watch someone I cared about being beaten and bloodied until he didn’t know who or where he was (the match was finally called in some late round) turned me against boxing forever. I even had a hard time watching “Million Dollar Baby.”