McCartney, melancholy, and my generation

The end of a weekend of music making with Entertaining Mr Stone leaves me melancholic and wistful, not because of our performances (which were happy occasions) but because I spent the last hours watching Paul McCartney’s set at Glastonbury.

McCartney at 80 was not exactly bouncing around the stage, but he commanded it all the same, and though his voice was thinner in places, he held the stage…