Hi,. Sir Paul is so straight A's isn't he? He makes every one so at home away from home. A for conduct. A for effort. Always looking out for the enjoyable thing to share, the sincere way to be. His voice is such a gildedness on the words of this beautiful song. Great Grace's are keeping Sir Paul company. Don't you think so,too?
This has all of the elements: a famous singer, a great standard song, and an all star backing band. Who can go wrong with Joe Walsh, Diana Krall and John PIzzarelli, Abe and a beautiful string section. I cannot begin to imagine the production costs! But, it’s all worth it.
You know who would agree with you? All the other great singer/songwriters, starting with James Taylor. And Billy Joel and . . . you get the idea. Which is to say, Alonstudio, I second that emotion!
Favorite informed note (below) from PETER FRANCIS (1 year ago) "This has all of the elements: a famous singer, a great standard song, and an all star backing band. Who can go wrong with Joe Walsh, Diana Krall and John PIzzarelli, Abe and a beautiful string section. I cannot begin to imagine the production costs! But, it’s all worth it."
❤I’m gonna sit right down & write a BIG THANK YOU to Paul McCartney for his flawless, fabulous rendition of a dreamy ballad I’ve loved since I was a child! 👌🥰💌
I love it. My dad played that on his piano. I was growing up with jazz as such, hence it always feels like home. Thank you Sir Paul McCartney. I love you!
MCCARTNEY - Kisses on the Bottom From his KISSES ON THE BOTTOM album released a decade ago (February 2012) Siriusly Sinatra satellite radio has been playing at least one track per day. The latest - the title track, I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter (“a lotta kisses on the bottom, I'll be glad I got 'em”). With my favorite guitarist / jazz singer John Pizzarelli playing rhythm. Like vintage guitars and violins, this album just improves with age, you may agree. Some of these tracks are my 'all-time favorite' versions - case in point. This won a Grammy for best music video. But you knew that. Thanks for sharing, Mercury Studios. Celebrated this day (6/25/2023) elsewhere [search] " Great Melody, Great Lyric, Great Rendition, Songwriting Workshop, Harmony Central " P. 42
The Sounds, Smells, and Flavors of My Life Almost every Sunday, which was my father's only day off, from 1958 to the late 1980's, would be his time to sit down stairs, in what was then called 'The Rec Room', of our brick home in suburban Cranford, NJ. He would sit on an old avocado green 1960's couch. With his flower patterned metal foldable coffee table in front of him, a fresh cup of instant Chock Full O’ Nuts coffee, a Chesterfield’s cigarette burning in the ashtray, a 1919 The Gibson guitar in hand, and a very used "fake book" from the early 1950’s in front of him... he was a very happy man! He would proceed to arbitrarily flip through his old fake book. If he knew the song he flipped to, he would play and sing it with incredible conviction and emotion. If he didn't happen to know the song that he flipped to, he would try and work it out as far as his patience would allow. If it was a song that he knew in his head, but not know how to play, he would work on it, with his ear leading the way, again, until his patience ran thin. In his next "Rec Room Sessions" he would work those unfinished tunes out a little bit more. At that juncture, it was back to flipping through the fake book. My mother would be in her (most of the time) favorite place in the house, the kitchen. Indeed, Sunday mornings, the smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes, coffee, Chesterfield and Salem cigarettes, and the sounds from the Rec Room; of Jazz, Bossa Nova, and Gypsy up-tempo guitar playing, ala one of the old guitar players that had a profound influence on my father... Django Reinhardt. There were the sounds of his singing with the deepest of emotion and conviction… and the loud voice of my father yelling up to my mother…” Shirl, make me another cup of coffee, please?!?!?. She would almost always respond with… “Another? For Christ sakes Anthony, that’s too much coffee, you’re going to get agita (heartburn, acid reflux) again!!!”... she would make it, and bring it down to him… This was simply how it was around the home I grew up in, but not how it was, I realized as I grew older, the way it was around almost all of my friends homes. Later in the morning, when my father was tired of ‘fake booking it’ (if you will), and the caffeine and nicotine were in full swing in his central nervous system (pun intended!), he would resort to his old memorized staples of repertoire, drawing from the Great American Songbook. So, whenever my father started to sing, ‘I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter’ by Fred Ahlert and Joe Young… My mother, who was cleaning up the mess we all made, from all the ‘love’ she just served up to us for breakfast that morning, would start singing that song at the top of her lungs along with my father. They would sing in unison, and harmonize with each other, him taking the lower harmony, and my mother taking the upper, and sometimes they would switch harmonies. My mother upstairs, and my father downstairs, singing their hearts out together!!!! As a child, that was both embarrassing, and comforting, to hear my parents interacting in this beautiful way. My father was a gifted musician and vocalist, who was self taught. He was influenced by all the great big bands of the 40’s, and all of the great progressive musicians of the 40's, 50’s and 60’s that he and my mother, together, would go to hear, during the late 40' and early 50's. Those were their younger years, the carefree, totally in love years, before having kids stomped on the air brakes hard, on those fun, joyous, and loving music/date activities. They would drive from Elizabeth, NJ, north on the NJ Turnpike, over the GW Bridge and on up to the Harlem theaters and clubs in NYC. If they were going to the 52nd street Jazz clubs, they would take NJ Turnpike to the Lincoln Tunnel, and if they were heading to a club in the Village, they would take Rt 9, over the Pulaski Hwy, and through the Holland Tunnel. They would make these NYC Jazz club journeys in a used, black, late 40's Chevrolet Stylemaster, 2 door Town Sedan, that my father scrimped and saved for. My father's and mother's love of music, and music being central to their lives, rubbed off on me at a very early age. To this very day, at age 92, everyday I lay my crazy, diverse music collection on to my father’s ears. He will sit in his green lift chair, looking out over a beautiful farm, replete with old wood barn and silo, with cows grazing, hawks hunting, wild turkey roaming, and yes, coyotes howling. With his beloved boom box by his side, that has an MP3 input and USB input, that he is totally confused about how they function. There he will sit for hours on end, until I get him up and out and moving around. He will listen to the likes of: Herbie Hancock, Chic Corea, all the blues cats, Latin cats, fusion cats, New Orleans Second Line, Professor Longhair, Alan Toussaint, rock dudes, metal bands, classic rock, bluegrass, Texas swing, Bakersfield… you name it, he has probably listened to it!!!! When he is board with spinning music himself, he turns on the cable TV and tunes into MUSIC CHOICE, and gets to read a little about each artist. If the music that he spins is true to it’s roots, he’s diggin’ on it big time daddy’o!!!! If the music feels contrived to him, he’ll pass on it and try something else!!!! Keep in mind, this is a 92 year old man I am writing about!!!! My father is a WWll veteran, who was stationed in Guam, attached to the marines. He would play that 1919 Gibson guitar to try and cheer up the troops on some small amounts of leave time. This was the only time the troops had to try and calm their shattered, shell shocked nerves, by drinking a little ill-gotten beer, smoking some local marijuana, and singing along with my father and his Gibson guitar. His immigrant father bought him that 1919 Gibson guitar from a pawn shop in NYC around the year of 1934. This beautiful Gibson guitar was unfortunately lost in a flood in the early 1970’s, when the Rahway River that was across the way, overflowed and flooded our Cranford home (3X!!!!). Today, my 92 year old father is my direct next door neighbor, who I am now a full time caretaker of. I have, over the years, little by little, picked up whatever slack was needed for him to continue to function at adjusted, maximum independence. This said slack (if you will) has now become almost all consuming for me, and at times, very difficult for me to deal with. But no matter what his needs are, or will become, I will always be there for him, and have his back, to the very end of his wonderful and beautiful existence on this planet. The same way he had my back from the second I was born, to this very day. This man, who is still incredibly vibrant, goes to many concerts and Jazz shows with me, and he absolutely loves Thai food, 92, Thai food, go figure. He has a great sense of humor, and is always making jokes about his declining physical and mental abilities. He eats more than me, and wants to go out and party more than me!!! He is simply in the business of living, not dying. In the words of the great Bob Dylan… “your either busy living, or your busy dying”. My father is a beacon, and a beautiful example to me, and anyone who meets him, of a man truly living life, and not letting life live him!!!! The life lessons I have learned from him are incalculable. He is truly my best friend and confidant, who unconditionally loves me for who I am. So, with what I have been fielding from what life has been throwing my way lately, I don't really know what I would have done without him as my closest friend. My mother was also a very talented singer, actor, cook, and the proverbial ‘hostess with the mostess’. She thrived on entertaining, and making people happy with her food. She would lay out a feast of incredible food on Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas... that words simply fall short in describing!!!! God rest her soul, I miss her every day, but she will live eternally in my being!! I am a lot more like my mother than I realize, or maybe want to realize, but have found the love in it all. I embody most of her good traits, and yes, some of the not so good!!! The same holds true for me with my father’s good and bad traits, though I have learned to dial the bad traits back to minimum, to zero. I am definitely not the offspring of the milkman!!!! Wow, milkman!!!! I was a very fortunate child growing up where I did, and the way in which I did, in the 1960’s, and 70’s. The unconventional, yet rich, on so many levels, ways in which I grew up, have shaped (in a deep way) who I am, how I love, and the things I find deep joy in, to this day! It was all of those rich experiences from my loving, and passionate parents, that have taught me what pure love, devotion, dedication, hard work, and joy; looks, sounds, smells, and tastes like. These are the memories I choose to hold on to... the not so good, other’s? I choose to let go forever. These are the very memories that are etched in my heart and soul forever, and will continue to shape who I am, for the time I have left, to REALLY live my life out, on this wonderful planet, with pure love and pure joy. With eternal love, devotion, and appreciation for the interconnected web of life! May it be so, Brian James Foti
Woww,this is a beautiful,vivid,written description of your past home memories!!I really enjoyed reading this and while I was doing it,I was picturing those written images in my mind,just like watching an old good times movie!You really got the gift of writing,are you a professional writer?you sound like one,to me!Please keep on doing it,you do really well and nice!!Greetings from Cancun,The Mexican Caribbean,God Bless you!!
@@jesusmorgan1614 ola, Thanks for the kind words. I am not a writer. I was thinking about all the influences my parents and this song had on me one night, stayed up late and just wrote my memoirs down. My father passed away 3 years ago at age 96. At his memorial I sang this song and read what I wrote. It was very hard to do, but I made it through. I miss my beautiful parents everyday! Much Peace and Love, God Bless!
John Clayton on bass? Doesn't get any better than that! He's the guy that arranged the music for Whitney Houston's version of the Star Spangled Banner! He's brilliant!
I remember excitedly watching the Beatles come to America and on Ed Sullivan. My dad was one if those that thought they brought marijuana to the US. LOL. I Wish he were alive now, because this song, he would sing to me when he rocked me and I was sick. If he was here I could torture him with it! Oh, hate the Beatles Dad? Well listen to this. I'd live to be able to tell Paul this story.
I liked the Quarrymen, didn't much care for the Beatles once they stopped playing straight forward rock'n'roll, but jazz really suits him. This is great!
Hi,. Sir Paul is so straight A's isn't he? He makes every one so at home away from home. A for conduct. A for effort. Always looking out for the enjoyable thing to share, the sincere way to be. His voice is such a gildedness on the words of this beautiful song. Great Grace's are keeping Sir Paul company. Don't you think so,too?
Paul loved the old songs
This has all of the elements: a famous singer, a great standard song, and an all star backing band. Who can go wrong with Joe Walsh, Diana Krall and John PIzzarelli, Abe and a beautiful string section. I cannot begin to imagine the production costs! But, it’s all worth it.
It's a beautiful thing, and one needn't choose, but I like this one a little more. th-cam.com/video/y4nGESQGTfY/w-d-xo.html
Definition of "Star-studded cast"
The very best.
In awe of Diana's playing, wow oh wow!
This recording was beautifully made.The musicians with Sir Paul were wonderful. The entire piece was splendid and should be highly noticed.
I've just stumbled upon this gem!! Lucky me - it's fabulous!!!
me too!!!
Same!!
Paul is the best musician ever!!
You know who would agree with you? All the other great singer/songwriters, starting with James Taylor. And Billy Joel and . . . you get the idea. Which is to say, Alonstudio, I second that emotion!
Favorite informed note (below) from PETER FRANCIS (1 year ago)
"This has all of the elements: a famous singer, a great standard song, and an all star backing band. Who can go wrong with Joe Walsh, Diana Krall and John PIzzarelli, Abe and a beautiful string section. I cannot begin to imagine the production costs! But, it’s all worth it."
And the most succesfull
Waouh ! 😨and Diana Krall Amazing piano performance ! 🎹 😱
Day-um! And Diana Krall is killin' it on keys!
❤I’m gonna sit right down & write a BIG THANK YOU to Paul McCartney for his flawless, fabulous rendition of a dreamy ballad I’ve loved since I was a child! 👌🥰💌
Breathtaking
Thank you thank you THANK YOU Diana Krall for being just so darn great!
Bliss, pure bliss...what a combo
I love it. My dad played that on his piano. I was growing up with jazz as such, hence it always feels like home. Thank you Sir Paul McCartney.
I love you!
What a lovely song...
Beatles and Jazz... beautiful
thank you, Paul, for this song and for uploading all your videos.
THE BEST VERSION EVER (can't go bad with those musos backing, esp Diana Krall)
Look at jeff healey version in Last call album
Ummm.... Best version...Fats Waller. No Contest.
@@TheJohnnyBE For finesse, I couldn't agree more, but I can't help loving this one the most, th-cam.com/video/y4nGESQGTfY/w-d-xo.html
@@alittlebitoflight Hell, yeah! Fat's was girinin' in Jazz Heaven. Thanks for sharing.
This leaves me wanting more! - I hope they will get together in the studio again. What a great combination of musicians!
MCCARTNEY - Kisses on the Bottom
From his KISSES ON THE BOTTOM album released a decade ago (February 2012) Siriusly Sinatra satellite radio has been playing at least one track per day. The latest - the title track, I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter (“a lotta kisses on the bottom, I'll be glad I got 'em”). With my favorite guitarist / jazz singer John Pizzarelli playing rhythm. Like vintage guitars and violins, this album just improves with age, you may agree. Some of these tracks are my 'all-time favorite' versions - case in point. This won a Grammy for best music video. But you knew that.
Thanks for sharing, Mercury Studios. Celebrated this day (6/25/2023) elsewhere [search] " Great Melody, Great Lyric, Great Rendition, Songwriting Workshop, Harmony Central " P. 42
LOVE LOVE LOVE this arrangement
I heard this on the radio this morning. I wasn't sure if it was Paul, but there ya go! Exquisite singing/playing from everybody.
lovely, thanks Paul. A swinging and heartfelt performance, love the understated and classic playing. Sendings hugs from Rhode Island, S
Beautiful, beautiful...❤️
Cool little song.
Real class. Great job, Paul.
Beautiful X
I love this song in its many forms Paul is fab some things never change.
Great arrangement and performance!
great version... and what a line-up!
Great job Sir Paul! Please come to my local pub with this group. I'll buy you a beer.
My dad used to play this because he loved the music of Fats Waller. Lovely job!
Simply magnificent & absolute perfection, Mary in Boone♥♥♥
Fantastic...the piano and voice of Diana Krall is stunning...as are all of the other performers...she puts PMc in the shade.
Luv it...
The man ❤️awesome Diana Krall band
Beautiful.
Absolutely brilliant ❤
Now THATS a band! Great stuff!!!
The Sounds, Smells, and Flavors of My Life
Almost every Sunday, which was my father's only day off, from 1958 to the late 1980's, would be his time to sit down stairs, in what was then called 'The Rec Room', of our brick home in suburban Cranford, NJ. He would sit on an old avocado green 1960's couch. With his flower patterned metal foldable coffee table in front of him, a fresh cup of instant Chock Full O’ Nuts coffee, a Chesterfield’s cigarette burning in the ashtray, a 1919 The Gibson guitar in hand, and a very used "fake book" from the early 1950’s in front of him... he was a very happy man!
He would proceed to arbitrarily flip through his old fake book. If he knew the song he flipped to, he would play and sing it with incredible conviction and emotion. If he didn't happen to know the song that he flipped to, he would try and work it out as far as his patience would allow. If it was a song that he knew in his head, but not know how to play, he would work on it, with his ear leading the way, again, until his patience ran thin. In his next "Rec Room Sessions" he would work those unfinished tunes out a little bit more. At that juncture, it was back to flipping through the fake book.
My mother would be in her (most of the time) favorite place in the house, the kitchen. Indeed, Sunday mornings, the smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes, coffee, Chesterfield and Salem cigarettes, and the sounds from the Rec Room; of Jazz, Bossa Nova, and Gypsy up-tempo guitar playing, ala one of the old guitar players that had a profound influence on my father... Django Reinhardt.
There were the sounds of his singing with the deepest of emotion and conviction… and the loud voice of my father yelling up to my mother…” Shirl, make me another cup of coffee, please?!?!?. She would almost always respond with… “Another? For Christ sakes Anthony, that’s too much coffee, you’re going to get agita (heartburn, acid reflux) again!!!”... she would make it, and bring it down to him… This was simply how it was around the home I grew up in, but not how it was, I realized as I grew older, the way it was around almost all of my friends homes.
Later in the morning, when my father was tired of ‘fake booking it’ (if you will), and the caffeine and nicotine were in full swing in his central nervous system (pun intended!), he would resort to his old memorized staples of repertoire, drawing from the Great American Songbook. So, whenever my father started to sing, ‘I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter’ by Fred Ahlert and Joe Young… My mother, who was cleaning up the mess we all made, from all the ‘love’ she just served up to us for breakfast that morning, would start singing that song at the top of her lungs along with my father. They would sing in unison, and harmonize with each other, him taking the lower harmony, and my mother taking the upper, and sometimes they would switch harmonies. My mother upstairs, and my father downstairs, singing their hearts out together!!!! As a child, that was both embarrassing, and comforting, to hear my parents interacting in this beautiful way.
My father was a gifted musician and vocalist, who was self taught. He was influenced by all the great big bands of the 40’s, and all of the great progressive musicians of the 40's, 50’s and 60’s that he and my mother, together, would go to hear, during the late 40' and early 50's. Those were their younger years, the carefree, totally in love years, before having kids stomped on the air brakes hard, on those fun, joyous, and loving music/date activities.
They would drive from Elizabeth, NJ, north on the NJ Turnpike, over the GW Bridge and on up to the Harlem theaters and clubs in NYC. If they were going to the 52nd street Jazz clubs, they would take NJ Turnpike to the Lincoln Tunnel, and if they were heading to a club in the Village, they would take Rt 9, over the Pulaski Hwy, and through the Holland Tunnel. They would make these NYC Jazz club journeys in a used, black, late 40's Chevrolet Stylemaster, 2 door Town Sedan, that my father scrimped and saved for. My father's and mother's love of music, and music being central to their lives, rubbed off on me at a very early age.
To this very day, at age 92, everyday I lay my crazy, diverse music collection on to my father’s ears. He will sit in his green lift chair, looking out over a beautiful farm, replete with old wood barn and silo, with cows grazing, hawks hunting, wild turkey roaming, and yes, coyotes howling. With his beloved boom box by his side, that has an MP3 input and USB input, that he is totally confused about how they function. There he will sit for hours on end, until I get him up and out and moving around. He will listen to the likes of: Herbie Hancock, Chic Corea, all the blues cats, Latin cats, fusion cats, New Orleans Second Line, Professor Longhair, Alan Toussaint, rock dudes, metal bands, classic rock, bluegrass, Texas swing, Bakersfield… you name it, he has probably listened to it!!!! When he is board with spinning music himself, he turns on the cable TV and tunes into MUSIC CHOICE, and gets to read a little about each artist.
If the music that he spins is true to it’s roots, he’s diggin’ on it big time daddy’o!!!!
If the music feels contrived to him, he’ll pass on it and try something else!!!!
Keep in mind, this is a 92 year old man I am writing about!!!!
My father is a WWll veteran, who was stationed in Guam, attached to the marines. He would play that 1919 Gibson guitar to try and cheer up the troops on some small amounts of leave time. This was the only time the troops had to try and calm their shattered, shell shocked nerves, by drinking a little ill-gotten beer, smoking some local marijuana, and singing along with my father and his Gibson guitar.
His immigrant father bought him that 1919 Gibson guitar from a pawn shop in NYC around the year of 1934. This beautiful Gibson guitar was unfortunately lost in a flood in the early 1970’s, when the Rahway River that was across the way, overflowed and flooded our Cranford home (3X!!!!).
Today, my 92 year old father is my direct next door neighbor, who I am now a full time caretaker of. I have, over the years, little by little, picked up whatever slack was needed for him to continue to function at adjusted, maximum independence. This said slack (if you will) has now become almost all consuming for me, and at times, very difficult for me to deal with. But no matter what his needs are, or will become, I will always be there for him, and have his back, to the very end of his wonderful and beautiful existence on this planet. The same way he had my back from the second I was born, to this very day.
This man, who is still incredibly vibrant, goes to many concerts and Jazz shows with me, and he absolutely loves Thai food, 92, Thai food, go figure. He has a great sense of humor, and is always making jokes about his declining physical and mental abilities. He eats more than me, and wants to go out and party more than me!!! He is simply in the business of living, not dying. In the words of the great Bob Dylan… “your either busy living, or your busy dying”.
My father is a beacon, and a beautiful example to me, and anyone who meets him, of a man truly living life, and not letting life live him!!!!
The life lessons I have learned from him are incalculable. He is truly my best friend and confidant, who unconditionally loves me for who I am. So, with what I have been fielding from what life has been throwing my way lately, I don't really know what I would have done without him as my closest friend.
My mother was also a very talented singer, actor, cook, and the proverbial ‘hostess with the mostess’. She thrived on entertaining, and making people happy with her food. She would lay out a feast of incredible food on Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas... that words simply fall short in describing!!!! God rest her soul, I miss her every day, but she will live eternally in my being!! I am a lot more like my mother than I realize, or maybe want to realize, but have found the love in it all. I embody most of her good traits, and yes, some of the not so good!!! The same holds true for me with my father’s good and bad traits, though I have learned to dial the bad traits back to minimum, to zero. I am definitely not the offspring of the milkman!!!! Wow, milkman!!!!
I was a very fortunate child growing up where I did, and the way in which I did, in the 1960’s, and 70’s. The unconventional, yet rich, on so many levels, ways in which I grew up, have shaped (in a deep way) who I am, how I love, and the things I find deep joy in, to this day!
It was all of those rich experiences from my loving, and passionate parents, that have taught me what pure love, devotion, dedication, hard work, and joy; looks, sounds, smells, and tastes like.
These are the memories I choose to hold on to... the not so good, other’s?
I choose to let go forever.
These are the very memories that are etched in my heart and soul forever, and will continue to shape who I am, for the time I have left, to REALLY live my life out, on this wonderful planet, with pure love and pure joy.
With eternal love, devotion, and appreciation for the interconnected web of life!
May it be so,
Brian James Foti
So glad you shared this. A truly rich life, in every way that counts.
Beautiful.
Woww,this is a beautiful,vivid,written description of your past home memories!!I really enjoyed reading this and while I was doing it,I was picturing those written images in my mind,just like watching an old good times movie!You really got the gift of writing,are you a professional writer?you sound like one,to me!Please keep on doing it,you do really well and nice!!Greetings from Cancun,The Mexican Caribbean,God Bless you!!
@@jesusmorgan1614 ola,
Thanks for the kind words. I am not a writer. I was thinking about all the influences my parents and this song had on me one night, stayed up late and just wrote my memoirs down.
My father passed away 3 years ago at age 96.
At his memorial I sang this song and read what I wrote. It was very hard to do, but I made it through.
I miss my beautiful parents everyday!
Much Peace and Love, God Bless!
Beautiful story, Brian!
Love it thanks, Love Paul....
Beautiful..
Thank you !!!!
I didn’t even know this one existed! Love paul
To good for words!
What a great way to start the day. Thanks Eagle Rock for posting this.
Paul and I both obviously love the same songs
Grammy du meilleur album pop vocal
Gracias Paul !! hermosa musica , entre tanta basura . QUE GRAN BANDA !!
Nagyon tetszett, köszönettel Klára.
Fab.
John Pizzarelli on guitar....Great!
My mother's favorite in her day!
Muitooo bom. Voz suave... que música boa. Aliás este álbum dele para mim é o melhor.
Precious.
❤❤❤❤
Paul has done it again! So classic and jazzy! Love you Paul!! 🎶❤🎶
Not jazzy AT ALL!!😡
This is great, only an old head would know this !
Grande McCartney!
Wonderwall !!
my best friend👏👏👏💋💋💋
Jazz Piano fab Diana Krall......
nice song it's a oldie for sure, he sang it gr8! he's one of the best!! :0)
I love it ! :D
Amei
Loved loved. Loved the Beatles. Not bad Paul McCartney. Was my late dads favorite .
Well suerte
Abe has a great backing voice.
Even a Paul Mcartney would be in AWE meeting a Nat King Cole. He was such a legend!
I love the jazzy background music. Still my favorite Beatle, although Ringo's a close second.
From me, back to me, a self reflection loop of own words..
THIS IS SICK
What an ugly comment.
I confess to never liking the Beatles.
This CD I bought, Paul McCartney knocked one out of the ball park, I predict it will be a classic.
A good version!
Be Still My Heart.
iT IS A NICE BEAUTIFUL MUSIC - THEY A GREATING.
Jazz😊
Good one, Bill. Must admit you quite often choose the finest tunes.
Bill? How ignorant.
That's how it's done.
i like it like that
I love this for the vocal, not because it's McCartney. I'm so surprised. ❤❤❤
Hes got that 1930s voice going.
Echo from the Grammy awards 2014, sir Paul McCartney and Eagle Rock! Enjoy! (Y) X
You got it p and d
Paul macca so talented in any sphere to Beatle col white
John Clayton on bass? Doesn't get any better than that! He's the guy that arranged the music for Whitney Houston's version of the Star Spangled Banner! He's brilliant!
I could be mistaken, but the guy visible at 2:20 sure looks like Joe Walsh.
I can't tell from that brief glimpse, but Walsh did play on these sessions. Look up "My Valentine" from the same set, and he is prominently featured.
nice :D
paul's the guvner
I remember excitedly watching the Beatles come to America and on Ed Sullivan. My dad was one if those that thought they brought marijuana to the US. LOL. I Wish he were alive now, because this song, he would sing to me when he rocked me and I was sick. If he was here I could torture him with it! Oh, hate the Beatles Dad? Well listen to this. I'd live to be able to tell Paul this story.
Cette version différente de celle de l'album, mais elle est très bien aussi !
Ooooop...I spy on Paul's mic, an upside-down sticker of Capitol Records!!!!
Capitol Forever
#capitolrecords
Well I love fats Waller’s but Paul did it justice. I could listen to it all day.
Does anybody know what to officially dance to this song? Is it a Slowfox? Thank you so much in advance.
JOHN CLAYTON WITH PAUL MCCARTNEY AHHHH
He can make believe it came from me.
Awesome. Who is the base fiddle player?
I liked the Quarrymen, didn't much care for the Beatles once they stopped playing straight forward rock'n'roll, but jazz really suits him. This is great!
Yes, I totally agree. Once the straight rock and roll ended the music went odd for me. You are right that this is great though.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fats Waller's was a man of many many talents.