Imagine if you wrote a song and it became popular enough to be played on local radio. And then, more and more people liked it. So, it actually made it to the “music charts.” And then, what if your song rose to the Top 10 charts and stayed there for a week or two. Wouldn’t that be awesome? Yeah, I’d have to let all my friends (both of ’em) know about it. And I’d make sure to spread the news far and wide.
But what if heard someone else was on the music charts over 31 years?
What?! Are you kidding me? That’s impossible.
Nay, nay dear music aficionados.
It’s not only possible. But somebody did it. And that somebody is the most successful rock composer of all time. Paul McCartney. His songs spent 1662 weeks on the the charts. And that translates into almost 32 years.
Mr. McCartney turns 79 today. So, for almost half his life, he’s charted hits songs. Mighty impressive. And he’s still writing and recording. So, who knows? Maybe he’ll make it over the 32 years mark, too.
I read that he had 21 U.S. and 17 UK #1 singles with the Beatles. Then, he had over 30 hit singles on his own. And the information I saw said he’s “written and co-written 188 charted records, of which 91 reached the Top 10 and 33 made it to No.1” For a grand total of 1662 weeks.
Like I said, mighty impressive. So, wherever he is, I’m sure Paul is having a happy birthday.
But, at 79, there aren’t many more birthdays in Mr. McCartney’s future. Now, more than ever, it’s a short numbers game. And then, one day when his body can go no longer, he’ll close his eyes never to open them again. And all that will be left for him will be Yesterday.
Because that’s where the glory years on the music charts will be.
But, unless he changes his tune, his future won’t be with Lucy in the sky with diamonds. He won’t hear the Pipes of Peace. And there WILL be Lonely Nights. An endless eternity of them.
Sure, maybe I’m amazed at how long Paul’s songs stayed on the music charts. But I just can’t get it out of my mind how doomed he might be. No, I can’t just live and let die…you might say (or he might sing).
The saddest part is how all the influence, Paul could’ve had for God, he wasted on the temporary part of life. I don’t know, for certain, that he’s on his way to hell. But, from everything I see and hear about him, there’s no evidence to the contrary. And…
You can’t sing your way into Heaven.
You can’t play your way out of hell.
And on judgment day you can’t plead naïveté.
Your Creator knows you too well.
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