Tomorrow tickets go on sale for Sir Paul McCartney’s outdoor concert just down the road from me.

I’m debating whether I can be bothered to get the $125 tickets.

I love the Beatles and like Macca well enough. His Wings stuff was sort of fun back in the ’70s.

I’m not one of those Canadians who got all up in arms about his anti-sealing protest a couple of years back. You know, free speech and all that. And besides, Canada could have handled the whole seal protest with more sophistication and cleverness.

And now Europe’s done what they said they would do: banned seal products. So I guess Macca won that one.

You gotta hand it to him though: he’s a brave man to make Eastern Canada a stop on his tour. Let’s hope he doesn’t pull a Celine Dion and get in a snit and pull out if someone says something he doesn’t like.

I suppose I’m thinking I should see him for same reasons I should see, say, the Elgin Marbles.  He’s part of history and I may never get the chance again.

But, ho-hum. I’m just not feeling the excitement.

Would you go an see Macca if he were performing just down the street from you?

I’m open to all arguments.

Convince me.