Paul McCartney turned 73 on Wednesday. On Friday night, he played for two full hours in front of thousands of people at Firefly, switching between guitar, bass, and piano, and keeping his charming demeanor the entire time. He flattered us, for crying out loud, and paused at every guitar change to wave and smile like the royalty he is. While his preserverance and charismatic showmanship are certainly draws, the biggest reason to see Sir Paul is that every song is one you actually want to hear. Like other classic rock icons, he’s assembled a set of greatest hits, sequenced perfectly to hit highs and lows, and with plenty of opportunities for singalong moments. Paul’s greatest hits just happen to be the greatest on the planet. Hearing that throng of several thousand voices rise up in unison for the na-na-na coda of “Hey Jude” is enough to bring chills and maybe even a few tears. Or if the Abbey Road medley is more your thing, he’ll do that, too. He’ll literally do it all, and he does, even at 73. It’s perfect.