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Sir Paul McCartney at the 51st Annual Grammy Awards

“It’s a strange combination but it’s one of those that could end up being delicious,”

Paul McCartney and Dave Grohl perform the Beatles' "I Saw Her Standing There" during the 51st Annual Grammy Awards held at the Staples Center on February 8, 2009 in Los Angeles.



When presented with four words — Paul McCartney, Dave Grohl — Jack Black’s mind leaped to food. “It’s a strange combination but it’s one of those that could end up being delicious,” he told Rolling Stone before the Beatle and Foo Fighter took the stage at last night’s Grammy Awards. “I’m sure the first time they put peanut butter and jelly together they were worried but then they tasted it and we like, wow!”

As for McCartney, he revealed he’s making his U.S. festival debut at Coachella this year for one simple reason: he was asked. “I heard it was a really cool festival, and the dates worked, so I could do it,” he said. “Everyone tells me it’s a beautiful location, it’s a really great show and great audience. That’s enough for me.” As for his set, “I don’t know. I’m just going to play whatever seems right on the day. I never plan it too much.”

While McCartney will surely give a few thousand concertgoers some incredible memories at the fest in April, he gave one famous fan a thrill last night. “I had a chance to meet Paul McCartney just now,” B.B. King told Rolling Stone. “I met all the Beatles except him until today!”

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