Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr in perfect harmony

 Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr in perfect harmony.

It was almost as if we were travelling back to the days when those famous Abbey Road recording studios in St Johns Wood, North London had been resurrected to its former glory and we were back in the 1960s all over again. If you'd closed your eyes just a minute you'd have sensed that history had made a major comeback and the old gang had got back together for yet another emotional reunion. And yet Sir Paul McCartney and Sir Ringo Starr have never really been away from the public limelight. In many ways they've always been inseparable buddies from childhood and you couldn't keep them away. 

Now admittedly, the Fab Four have sadly been reduced to just the two of them but it could have been the Shay Stadium in New York where the deafening sound of hysterical female fans became agonisingly unbearable and the Beatles seemed to be permanently occupied at the top of the pop music charts for most of the 1960s. If it wasn't the singles hit machine then it was Abbey Road, Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, the White Album, or ultimately Let it Be where it all tragically unravelled and ended.

But here they were again Macca and Ringo in harness, singing the same songs, penning the same lyrics but this time indulging in rheumy eyed nostalgia and reminiscence. The voices of course were instantly recognisable, the story telling narrative still immaculately delivered and so stunningly appropriate. Starr and McCartney could have been forgiven for putting up their feet up, opening up a vintage bottle of wine and perhaps devouring several packets of chocolate biscuits or just luxuriating in the warmth of their fame.

Both Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr, now deservedly knights of the realm, are deeply into a comfortable dotage, both embracing their 80s with a huge enjoyment and panache that beggars belief but doesn't surprise at all. Besides, McCartney is still championing young talent and delighting in the classical and orchestral music scene. He still looks dapper and oozes a remarkable enthusiasm for the new voice, the cultured cadence and knows how to write a good, old fashioned song because he just loves music. 

When John Lennon and Paul McCartney were at the height of their song writing pomp and circumstance, it almost felt the Beatles were invincible and unstoppable. Hey Jude, Yesterday, Sergeant Pepper's, Paperback Writer, Love Me Do, A Day in the Life and Please, Please Me and Eleanor Rigby had reached a soaring ascendancy that left most of us awe struck, mesmerised and totally converted to the wondrous Mersey sound. By now the Parlophone record label had now become Apple and, over 60 years later, the brilliance and genius can still be seen and heard.

Now Sirs Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr are back at the forefront of our attention and it's all very simple and effortless. There is a sense here that both men, now in their twilight years, just wanted to remind us that they're still around, familiarity breeding mutual admiration and determined to make the most of their mellowed and now distinguished voices, thoraxes now beautifully oiled. Admittedly, their latest venture may never win the extraordinary praise and plaudits of their 1960s zenith but it was both listenable and wonderfully evocative, full of the malt and port maturity of a satisfying Beaujolais. The wine must have had the desired effect. 

Home to Us, is a delightful homage to childhood and youth, a memorable anthem to the happy go lucky exuberance of being carefree kids without a single anxiety on their minds. The video follows a pleasing pattern of the good, old days when adolescence seemed eternal and worldwide recognition became almost natural. The images are all sepia tinted and black and white at first but then unfold into a beautiful tapestry of a lifetime friendship and warm, mutual respect for each other. 

We see a grey wartime back street with the hard, cobble stone streets and roads, featuring both McCartney and Starr establishing the kind of compatible rapport that would never be broken. Against a backdrop of billowing, belching industrial chimneys and kids hop scotching their way along on now charred, blackened pavements, the two men took us down that well trodden path to a destination that would become rhapsodically triumphant. 

Now reaching the innumerable bomb sites and rubble strewn grounds of post war Britain, we now follow a mother in hair curlers diligently washing the family's  crockery and cutlery in a wartime ravaged kitchen. There is still though an infectious twinkle in the eye of mum, an almost matriarchal pride in her precious family. There is an unmistakably, cosy domesticity about the whole of Home to Us that engages us, a feeling of hope in adversity, light at the end of the tunnel. 

And so Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr were re-capturing their youth, Starr, probably still recalling Yellow Submarine with the fondest of memories, was glad to be back on the best of terms with his mate, his mucker. To the outsider perhaps it still feels like a relationship that should never have been scarred by the passage of years because both still have a considerable amount to offer. And Home to Us takes us right back to their spiritual roots where it all started. Perhaps we should never forget that sterling contribution to the music industry for both men have always had star quality.