On
his album
“Kisses
on the Bottom”
Paul
McCartney
takes
a casual stroll
down
Tin Pan Alley.
Classic
songbook fare,
the
core of countless jazz albums,
McCartney’s
stab at the nostalgia market,
framed
as a Valentine’s Day gift
to
his new wife, Nancy.
A
late career roll,
this
slow dance with the misty past.
A
let-down.
These
songs are meant to swing;
McCartney
lets them plod.
Sometimes you need to know when to quit.
© 2012 Catherine Giordano
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