If any instrument makes mankind revert to their most base, childhood instincts it’s the T-shirt cannon: Last night Sir Paul McCartney was caught clamoring for a free T while attending an NBA game between the Brooklyn Nets and Philadelphia 76ers. It’s a hilarious, adorable clip, particularly the way his eyes light up like a kid in a candy store as a t-shirt comes hurtling toward his section.
And when the bros in front of the former Beatle come up with the prize, you can actually see McCartney go through the five stages of grief in a matter of seconds: First a look of disbelief fills his face, then he clenches his fists in anger before trying to persuade said bros to let him have the T, because, y’know, he did write “Hey Jude.” His bargaining, however, is to no avail and a melancholy McCartney momentarily stares into the void, despondence filling his eyes and deepening the wrinkles in his face, until he finally offers a congratulatory – though probably still bitter – clap to the victors. Harrowing stuff.
While anyone can empathize with the futility of trying to catch a T-shirt launched from a slingshot or potato gun, it’s hard to feel too bad for McCartney who had another fantastic year: Not only did he headline both Bonnaroo and Outside Lands, but he also released New, his first full-length album of completely new material since 2007’s Memory Almost Full. In the lead-up to the record’s release he played a unique surprise concert at a high school in Queens and popped up in Times Square for a free show. To boot, McCartney seemed to bury the hatchet with John Lennon‘s widow Yoko Ono, telling Rolling Stone in a recent interview, “‘If John loved her, there’s got to be something,'” he said. “‘He’s not stupid.'”