Wings At the Speed of Sound

With Paul McCartney's new album, Memory Almost Full, due out the first Tuesday of June, this month seems as good a time as any to review Macca's solo career. I am a fan, not a fanatic; I'm in awe of the guy's talent, though, and find a lot of creative inspiration in his work. I don't own all of his solo albums but I own a lot of them. I'll be writing about them, in the order they were released, over the next few weeks.



All right, I want to use a lifeline here. The online equivalent of phone-a-friend, if you will.

See, I don't own Wings At the Speed of Sound, and, based on passing exposure to it over the years, I'm fairly certain I wouldn't enjoy listening to it often enough to write a decent review. Also, I don't want to blow $10 on an album I'm quite sure I won't like.

So this text, I hope, is just a placeholder. I'm hoping that one (or more!) of you, my dear friends, will provide a review that I can post here in lieu of this plea. It doesn't have to be anything lengthy or elaborate or profound. Heck, "Shit sandwich" will suffice. Just so that it comes from someone who actually knows the album and has a well-formed opinion about it.

Please email reviews to me at tmeltzer@nc.rr.com. A hearty 'thank you' will be your sole remuneration. That, and the people's ovation and fame forever, of course.