So let’s be honest. The only true Paul McCartney Greatest Hits Vol. 1 is the one you make yourself—the playlist you argue over with your friends at 2 a.m., the one that leaves off your favorite deep cut and includes that one song your mother loves.
If you were to ask the average person to name Paul McCartney’s greatest song, prepare for a three-hour argument. Is it the baroque melancholy of “Yesterday”? The symphonic defiance of “Live and Let Die”? The lo-fi intimacy of “Maybe I’m Amazed”? Or the sheer, silly joy of “Band on the Run”? paul mccartney greatest hits vol 1
Vol. 1 implies a Vol. 2 . But even a second volume wouldn’t cover the half of it. You would need a box set. And then a second box set. And then a third for the classical and electronic odds and ends. So let’s be honest
Consider the 1980s. Just when critics wrote him off as a soft-rock grandpa, he dropped Tug of War (1982), featuring “Here Today,” a devastating tribute to John Lennon that remains one of the most vulnerable moments ever captured on tape. Immediately following that with the synth-pop bounce of “Coming Up” (recorded live in a closet, sounding like a mad scientist’s party) would cause emotional whiplash—the good kind. Here is where Vol. 1 collapses under its own weight. What do you do with the Christmas novelty “Wonderful Christmastime”? It is simultaneously beloved and reviled. It is pure McCartney: uncynical, melodic, and completely unconcerned with coolness. A greatest hits album that ignores it feels incomplete. An album that includes it feels bizarre. If you were to ask the average person
Then there is the experimental electronica of the Fireman projects. The classical oratorio Standing Stone . The cover of “Ain’t No Sunshine” that somehow works. McCartney has never been a curator of his own myth; he has been a restless tinkerer. If a record label executive held a gun to history, a hypothetical tracklist for Paul McCartney Greatest Hits Vol. 1 would likely focus on the commercial peak of 1970–1984:
Because for the most successful songwriter in popular music history, “greatest” isn’t a list. It’s a lifetime. And we’re still listening.