London Town is probably one of Paul McCartney's worst solo LPs. (OK, he recorded it with Wings. But let's face it, all the Wings releases were really McCartney solo projects.)
Yet, as a friend of mine once said of Macca, "Even when he's bad, he's good." By that he meant that even when the tunes are sappy and the lyrics absurd schlock, which has happened more than a few times through the years, McCartney's sense of melody and penchant for compelling arrangements can pull you in.
I'm Carrying is a flimsy tune from London Town. But confession of a guilty pleasure: I love it.
What man in his right mind wouldn't want to compose something like this for his woman? And my guess is that most women wouldn't mind being on the receiving end of this schmaltzy Valentine.
So, suspend your cynicism for two-minutes-and-fifty-five seconds and picture yourself as either the male or female lead in a real-life romantic comedy. The couple, for whatever reason, haven't seen one another for a time. The guy, heart on his sleeve, carnation on his lapel, and gift packages in his hand shows up...hoping, hoping, hoping. The girl opens her door. Their hearts beat quickly when they see each other and, for a moment, neither says anything. Then these words tumble from his mouth...
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