Reps for Paul McCartney announced last night that the singer would be forced to postpone his U.S. tour dates.  The former Beatles singer is following doctor’s orders after contracting a virus while on tour in late May, forcing him to cancel his “Out There Japan Tour 2014”.

“I’m sorry but it’s going to be a few more weeks before we get rocking in America again. I’m feeling great but taking my docs’ advice to take it easy for a few more days,” McCartney said in a statement released on Monday.

The Capital Region, it seems, has lucked out.

McCartney’s tour will resume at the Times Union Center on July 5 while all preceding dates have been canceled.  If you’re looking for a ticket, you’re probably out of luck: They ranged from $253 to $29.50 and sold out in minutes back in April.  Even the elaborate “Front Row Package”– which included a sound-check entrance and commemorative laminate (and cost $2,000 per person)– is completely sold out.

All June dates of the US tour are expected to be rescheduled for October.  Postponed dates are as follows:

June 14: Lubbock, TX – United Spirit Arena
June 16: Dallas, TX – American Airlines Center
June 19: New Orleans, LA – Smoothie King Center
June 21: Atlanta, GA – Philips Arena
June 22: Jacksonville, FL – Jacksonville Veterans Memorial Arena
June 25: Nashville, TN – Bridgestone Arena
June 26: Louisville, KY – Yum! Center

As an aside…

Okay, but seriously– who pays $2,000 PER PERSON to see a soundcheck?  Maybe it’s because I have worked in broadcasting for the better part of a decade but I just don’t see the point.  In fact, they’re pretty annoying.  You watch the crew set up the stage (which could be neat I suppose) and hear a bunch of yelling.  Then– for the next 45 minutes– you are subjected to a (usually) short man dressed in all black plugging one ear and yelling “ONE TWO HEYYYY YEP!  ONE ONE TWO HEYYY YEAH YEAH” into every microphone on stage.  In my opinion, $2,000 seems a little high.  I’d rather use the money to pay three months of my rent, play a Beatles record in my living room and listen to my husband yell about how he’s only allowed to have on taco.