Chatting to a friend last night, we started talking about musical moments that had made us cry. My first thought was the first time I saw Stevie Wonder perform. Outside, under the stars at the Greek Theatre in LA, Stevie's voice that I had loved for years and an encore of Another Star. And then I remembered the time I saw Paul McCartney play at the Cavern in Liverpool, at a special millenium gig. He played I Saw Her Standing There* and despite myself – I worship The Beatles but kind've hate Paul McCartney** – the waterworks started. Music can just do that to you sometimes.