obviously i’m reading the spin U2 article…
“we were freaks. somebody once said, comparing us with Van Morrison, that most people start off writing songs about girls and get to writing songs about God. We did it totally backwards!” – bono
“‘beautiful day’ takes on a whole different meaning, ’cause that was the thing on September 11th – it was a beautiful morning.” – larry……………………why that is so important to me that i quoted it, was because i think that all the time. no one around me mentioned what an absolutely gorgeous day that was…and now everytime we have a really nice day out, i think about how beautiful a day that sept 11th was….
“It was Larry who actually said to me at the end of Pop, in a very Larry kind of way, “Next year, why don’t we actually make a pop album, instead of just calling it Pop?”” – bono ROFLMAO…i dunno why i thought that was so funny…
in regards to the song “peace on earth” – “now that’s a bitter little song! I think people get the bitterness now, cause before i think they thought it was lovey-dovey, “wouldn’t it be nice.” as opposed to “fuck off, god!” which i hope is even stronger coming out of the mouth of a believer.” – bono
ok… bono is nuts. i have no idea what the hell this analogy is supposed to be about…i think he just started talking, and needed to end somewhere so he did. god i love him. ” i think the dalai lama said, “if you want to consider life, start with death” – the journey toward enlightenment starts with that. and that’s what happened to me when my mother died when i was a kid in school, and at my grandfather’s funeral. i was this really confident kid, aggro and smartarse, a freckled face – i looked like a baked bean when i was a kid, i really did. then a nose started to appear. it was a bit of a shock – out of this baked bean came this nose. i was a little alarmed, and then this chin came, until the two of them finally called it quits. i had the courage of somebody who didn’t know anything, who didn’t know fear yet, and then came the cold water of your home turning into a house and your relationship to women changing forever. i was 14. but now i see it was a great gift to me. hopefully most people can avoid that until they’re older, but some people have it young. i don’t know what age new york city is.”
WHAT THE HELL IS HE TALKING ABOUT?! ok i get the first part…and then his mother dies at his grandpas funeral…right. and then wtf is this part about a nose and chin?…puberty? and a home turning into a house?….and relationship to women changing.. is he talking about sex there? does he mean he was 14 when he lost his virginity? i’m pretty sure he was 14 when his mom died…and then the part about, it being a great gift… i’m thinking he’s back to talking about his mom dying, and him having to “grow up” at age 14…and does he mean now, that NYC got this “gift” and now has to grow up?!?!?!?! i love you bono. you make everything so interesting!
“i always believed that music is a transcendent thing, a healing thing. I just didn’t think that i would have to depend on it as much as i did this year” – bono
“It never was only sound; only words – it was so much more.” – Trent Reznor
Disney movies are so racist…i never paid attention, so maybe it’s only old disney movies that are racist – reflecting the time period or what not… and like “song of the south”…at least they admit that it’s completely racist, and points a pretty picture of the master-slave relationship…and that the movie just about ignores that slavery existed…hah. ahhh disney, you are wonderful!….in Peter Pan they talk about how Red Skins are cunning but not very intelligent….and there is a whole song about “why is the red man red? when did he first say ug? why does he say how?” hahah….blows my mind.
Adam Clayton’s (Tom) diary Feb 14, 1982
“February 14th Valentine’s Day
Today is St. Valentine’s Day and where is my Valentine? On the drive from Austin to San Antonio we stopped off at a snake farm/amateur zoo. It was very depressing. Lots of caged animals not looking very healthy. The high point was a mad monkey which had epileptic fits accompanied by blood-chilling shrieks. It was really quite a scream because Bono started singing. This infuriated the creature even further — its shrieks grew louder. Bono matched its volume until the deranged creature started to beat his head against the wall. Eventually a very brusque woman ran over and dismissed us, complaining how cruel it was to drink sodas in front of our friend as there was nothing it liked more than a glass of Coke.
On to the gig. During the show, Bono handed out flowers to girls. Wish I’d done that. He’s got friends for life. Afterwards we spent a long time with the punters. The Texans are a nice simple people, consequently conversation lasted long. 3.15 a.m. back to the hotel via The Alamo, which received the dubious accolade of consecration with Ozzy Osbourne’s urine.
Fort Apache, The Bronx was on the HBO cable. Great film and Paul Newman’s best performance in years.
Friday
Up too early with everyone looking wrecked. Arrive in Denver and Edge discovers a ski resort 50 miles up country. The four of us head off. It had to be hushed up as a broken leg at this stage of the tour would not be welcome. Stories were fabricated and changed so that no one had any idea where we were. It was a lovely drive through the Rockies to the resort. Once there, Edge organises the activities, as he is the experienced amateur. We get our skis on and Bono falls over immediately. We potter about on the nursery slopes under Edge’s instructions. I eventually feel confident enough to try my luck on the mountain. I wish I hadn’t. I’ve never been so frightened in all my life. To reach the top of the mountain we have to hang on chair lift, hundreds of feet above the ground with no safety bar. I was so hysterical I would have gladly thrown myself off had Edge not kept me talking.
At the top it soon becomes obvious that I had been over optimistic. I tell Edge to go off and enjoy himself, I’ll walk down. The mountain very nearly claimed me. Edge goes up and down twice in the time it takes me to walk. Then he did a black slope. As you might know black slopes are very serious. And then some, like black holes and black belts. We retire to the bar for the only bit of ski I like — apres ski and Gluewein. We make the mistake of ordering Irish Coffees, which are barely coffee and certainly not Irish. The cream comes from one of those aerosol jobs and there’s a nasty green mint liqueur to boot. Once back in the hotel we decide to go and see Reds. It’s a good film but I felt it lost its punch in places, but maybe that’s because I was so tired.”
ROFLMAO…omg how adorable is that!!! i can imagine bono trying to outscream the epilleptic monkey ROFL…and Adam and Edge skiing, Bono falling over… ROFL…omg…yes i’m working on my paper, thanks for asking.
my grandpa called. it’s really funny how there are certain things my family isn’t allowed to talk about with him. like we can’t tell him important things we’ve done in our lives, because he’ll flip out. the most recent one is we’re not allowed to tell him my aunt bought a bed and breakfast. she told him they bought a house, and it’s an old stone house…but they left out the bed and breakfast part, cuz he’ll freak out. my mom is 52 and he still doesn’t know she used to smoke as a teenager. he doesn’t know my dad bought a toyota mr2 5 years ago LOL. there are just so many things that are off limits. definitely not going to mention my cross country trip during the summer…so today, he’s telling me about how my aunt bought an old stone house in wisconsin, etc etc etc…and i’m sitting here thinking, yup i know, i knew about it a month ago…lol. i dunno, it’s just funny.
i think trent reznor should do a whole album of his instrumentals. they are really so good, and i can’t even imagine what else he could do with them. i realize it would be an album purely for nin fans…but really, does he ever make an album that is supposed to be for the masses? no. haha…i just think it would be really amazing to hear all his instrumentals. the ones that are on the fragile are just so incredible… i get blown away every time. especially “just like you imagined”….”the mark has been made”…”the frail”…yeah….”pilgramage” or as i like to call it “1984” hahah if you never read the book, you won’t get that…oh well. ur loss hehe…
yeaaah i’m working on my paper. i wrote another paragraph! basically it’s just the definition of attachment copied directly from my notes hehe
i love the merivale mall books. teenage girls need more quality books like these…
“As Don’s handsome face filled Danielle’s thoughts, she had to feel a little sorry that a real relationship between the two of them was, in fact, utterly impossible. After all, she was Danielle Sharp of Wood Hollow Hills, the wealthiest neighborhood in Marivale, and one of the exclusive Atwood Academy’s most popular juniors. She had to live up to the super-high status her family had achieved ever since her father had made a fortune designing and developing Merivale Mall. She had to wear the best clothes, go to the best schools…and date the best boys. And Don James? He lived on a run-down farm with a bunch of guys who wore grungy black leather jackets and drove around like maniacs on motorcycles. Don went to public school – Merivale High School – and studied auto mechanics of all things. In other words, Don was the very definition of low status!”
girls need role models like Danielle…she knows what’s going on!!
did i mention i could have written these books? no one’s ever read the first long story i’ve ever written, but let’s just say…it’s quite valley girl, miss popular cheerleader – esque… I WAS 12 WHEN I STARTED WRITING IT!!…but lets just say at 12, my story was far better than these books. lol
OMG i SWEAR i wrote this book!!!
Merivale Mall: “the fact was, when she’d transferred from Merivale High to Atwood, they had been the only popular girls who even talked to her. And thanks to them, Danielle had been able to work her way into the popular crowd too.”
My story: “It was the beggining of the school year, in a new school. I would be so embarassed if anyone saw me here and it would ruin my chance of becoming a cheerleader. I looked over at the door and saw the most popular girl in school, Lindsay Carteers, walk in the shuffelboard court. She walked right toward me.”
oh i’m too tired to find any more of my old story parts that are exactly like this book…but lets just say, THE ENTIRE THING i could have written hahaha