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I had a dream last night.
Like the WILDEST dream.
I had a dream that U2 were playing in the streets of Vegas and they sounded so good and it was a NEW SINGLE and Larry was there LARRY WAS THERE PEOPLE and Adam had cut his hair and they were just having the best time and AND…
IT’S NOT A DREAM
IT’S NOOOOOOOT A DREAM
What the actual fck is wrong with you U2, it’s Sunday morning in this part of the world, and I hadn’t even had coffee yet and THAT WAS PLAIN ATTEMPTED MURDER.
LORD.
HA.
Ha.
I’m gonna need a chill pill with that coffee.
I can’t believe this.
But actually I can.
It’s them.
That’s how they do things.
Silence.
Silence.
More silence.
*DROPS COMPLETE CHAOS OUT OF THE BLUE AND THE HELL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES.*
Now that’s a sure way to wake up your fans.
In the most Atomic way – I know you saw what I did there, easiest one to make but I’m not the smartest bean when I’m in my sunday yoga pants.
I swear, they’ll be the death of us someday.
And I’m not going to lie. It actually feels good. REALLY GOOD.
Are we just a wild crazy bunch of masochists? To be U2 fan, the answer is probably yes. But that’s a problem for another day – bury it deep down in that mental box you’ll never open, tis fine.
It feels good to HEAR THEM.
It feels good to SEE THEM.
It feels good to FEEL… nope not going there that early in the morning – Nice pants Adam.
It just feels good to be back caps locking about them out of excitement and experience that adrenaline rushing through your veins that only the band of your life can provide.
Lord, I’ve missed it.
Haven’t we all really?
I mean of course there’s been plenty of things to get excited about the past few months, but it’s been sadly tinged by the incessant bitterness going around in the fandom. And you know what? The only bitterness I tolerate in my life is my dark roast.
That’s a big part of the reason why I’ve been so quiet the past few months. Why I haven’t written a single post here. Why I stopped interacting on social media. And why I lost interest in it all – not the band, never, but the whole package that comes with being a die hard fan.
I’ve apparently finally reached that age, or more like that moment in maturity because the last few months have proven that age has nothing to do with it, when I’m done fighting the silly fandom wars and simply step away because why the hell would I want to be part of that? I’m here for the music, for the joy, for the sharing of a passion. Not to be treated like shit and getting more headaches than I already give myself.
And if you’re reading those lines, you know exactly what I’m talking about. And I won’t say anything more about it after resisting that much time on going full Larry Mullen Jr takes over my writing.
Talking about Larry.
That was probably my favorite part of the Vegas perf. After all the damn talks, Larry Freaking Mullen Jr just said : shut the fuck up and hold my Guinness for a second.
Hitman, you’re the man.
YOU’RE THE MAN.
I love you so much for that. And I’m really overjoyed to see you well enough to even go dig out your Ramones shirt from the back of your closet. And obviously, that you haven’t been turned into a weirdass holographic animatronic – we’re still trying to cope with the trauma of EI Bono so thank you.
Very Larry of you too to make it impossible to find a picture of your shirt Mullen.
Our lads are back, folks.
It’s them.
The 4 of them.
And it was just that one time for now, but it’s well good enough for me.
And it should be for you too.
The best part of it all?
They’re ready to rock our big sad world again.
NEW MUSIC.
NEW SINGLE.
NEW U2.
And I’ll be damned if I ever trust a Bono, but dude actually nailed it when he said that ‘Atomic City’ was in the late 70s post punk tradition. For those who haven’t had coffee yet – I get it, it’s okay – that’s the new song name.
London’s calling is all over that bass line.
“I’m Free” is the new Call me – which is funnily very tinder trendy of you, B.
And I’m sure people who were ACTUALLY born during those days will probably hear a lot more subtle references in there.
It sounds really good to me – as good as sound can be on a shifty YT livestream – and I can’t wait to hear the studio release of it.
But also…
Should we talk about them playing I still haven’t found in the same damn street they did so many years ago ? – no maths on Sundays, it’s against my beliefs.
Should we talk about them playing on a flat bed truck *insert same sentence* ?
SHOULD WE TALK ABOUT ALL THE THROWBACKS we got there?
Music AND U2 history?
The outfits?
Ramones shirt?
Achtung baby jacket? – he probably can’t fit in the pants anymore, we’ve all been there Edge that’s fine.
THE LEATHER?
Oh boy.
Oh they’re good.
And THEY probably had coffee to be that smart and toying with the memories chord in our hearts.
Time is a train.
Makes the future the past.
Ha.
Haha.
HAHAHA.
You nifty little fuckers, I love you so.
Don’t leave your personal items in the train people.
I have a feeling that even though Zoo station is the next stop on the line – we’re up for an even wilder ride after that.
BRING IT ON LADS.
Ready for what’s next.
Now and forever.
