Sir Paul McCartney should have said, “Please, please me, whoa yeah!” But he didn’t. At 73, immaculately dressed, what choice did the former Beatle have but to seek solace in humour, after being turned away, twice, from a Grammys after-party hosted by rapper Tyga at LA’s fashionable Argyle club? So he left with the quip, “How VIP do we gotta get?” Which words, in retrospect, assume a perhaps wholly unintended profundity.
In 2016, half a century since the lads from Liverpool thrilled thousands at the Hollywood Bowl, a few minutes from the Argyle, can we indeed be cross with bouncers who know not what they do? Besides, don’t we often fail to recognise a face from TV, or billboards (though Sir Paul comes up short on this), or magazines (when we still held them to read them), at close quarters?
Celebrities either don’t look the same a nose-breadth apart, or their two-dimensional avatars are grossly enhanced. But no, rapper Bow Wow may be closest to the truth in this case — Sir Paul, after all, isn’t among the club’s “new generation clientèle”.
“Had we but world enough, and time”, perhaps peevishness would be fair enough. Nobody knows that better than Sir Paul, who’s said more hellos and goodbyes than Grammy winners and their “new generation” guests today put together. While opinions may differ about the worth of the tech-manufactured singing sensations three generations since the Fab Four, no bouncer is taking them away from the hall of fame nor their fame from them. After all, Foo Fighters (formed in 1994, won the rock album of the year Grammy in 2014) drummer Taylor Hawkins, singer Beck (born 1970) and actor Woody Harrelson (a year younger than the Beatles) were all denied entry along with Sir Paul and his wife. Now that’s a Hollywood bounce of shame.