Larry : It’s All About the Drums *

October 31, 2003

By Shannon "ILuvLarryMullen"


At least for today it’s all about the drums because our favorite scowling drummer, Larry Mullen Jr., is turning 42. In honor of this day I’ve written this short tribute to celebrate some of the reasons why I "luv" Larry Mullen. My username might give you the impression that I’m going to write some PLEBA-esque thing with lots of drooling smilies, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. While there is nothing wrong with drooling over Larry (it can be quite fun actually!), there is so much more to Larry than just a pretty face, and these are the qualities of his that I think are most important and that I admire most. His personality and commitment to band and family are the main things that have made me into the huge fan that I am.

One of the first things about Larry that stood out to me was the way in which he carries himself. The man exudes self confidence like you wouldn’t believe, he is cool and he knows it. It’s true that you rarely catch him smiling, but he actually has a great sense of humor from what I’ve seen. He’s a private person who dislikes photo shoots and interviews, but if you know where to look you can catch glipses of a much warmer and goofier person.

Larry is an irreplacable part of U2. If it were not for him, I wouldn’t be talking to you all right now because this website wouldn’t exist, because without him there would be no U2. It was he who posted the note on the school bulliten board all those years ago looking to form a band. Not all the credit due to U2 can go to Larry of course, but he still remains an integral part of the band. Larry’s subtle and unique drumming style does a lot to shape U2′s incomprable sound. You will never hear a drum solo in a U2 song, and that’s just the way I like it. Anyone can play loud and fast, but only a true musician knows how to play to fit the music.

Larry has been with his partner Ann, who he began dating in high school, for over 20 years. While a relationship of this length is an accomplishment under any circumstances, in the rock world it is almost unheard of. Even though Larry meets models and other beautiful and glamorous women all the time, at the end of the day he still comes home to his high school sweetheart. That kind of loyalty is hard to come by. He is also the father of three children, who he is very protective of, and as a result little is known about them.

I could probably think of a hundred other little reasons why I think Larry is great, but these are the largest and most important ones (and besides, the others would bore you). So now all there is really left to say is: Happy Birthday Larry

Experience : Stars in the Winter Night *

October 30, 2003

U2 in Tempe

By Dianne Ebbertt Beeaff

Review : Album : "Rattle and Hum" *

October 29, 2003

Fall 1988 saw the release of the album, book and film "Rattle & Hum." To celebrate this 15th anniversary, is featuring a series of articles. Below is Phillip’s album review of "Rattle & Hum".

By Phillip Thompson


When U2 emerged from the shadow of the Joshua Tree to release the highly hyped Rattle and Hum in 1988, the world could hardly blame the band for a little self-indulgence. The Joshua Tree, had propelled the band well beyond the stratosphere into the American mainstream. America had not simply embraced the sincerity and passion of the Irish rockers, it consumed them. And it wanted more.

Rattle and Hum was more, but not necessarily what the world had thought it was getting. The album carried – or dragged – two tunes from The Joshua Tree over (even the title came from a Joshua Tree song), turning

Analysis : Images in U2 : "If music be the food of love, play on!" *

October 29, 2003

Fall 1988 saw the release of the album, book and film "Rattle & Hum." To celebrate this 15th anniversary, is featuring a series of articles. Below is Hippy’s "Images in U2".

by Kimberly "hippy" Egolf


At first glance, "Love Rescue Me" and "When Love Comes to Town" don’t have much in common. Musically, the songs are very different but their placement next to each other on the album Rattle and Hum made me wonder if perhaps there was something I was missing. As I’ve already seen in my previous analyses of U2′s albums, every song is carefully placed and many times analyzing the order of songs can yield numerous clues to the interpretation of an album. So I decided to spend this column exploring the relationship between these two songs, assuming that their placement next to each other was not an accident but a deliberate clue to understanding

Experience: An Evening at Christie’s *

October 17, 2003

By Martha Radosevich


Through a well-connected and very, very generous friend, I was able to attend a private, invitation-only reception at Christie’s on Tuesday evening, the 14th of October. The reception was a viewing of Bono’s illustrations for Peter and the Wolf, of course. As I drove up to Beverly Hills through LA rush-hour traffic, I was growing happier and more excited with each crawling mile. Would Bono be there? Would anyone else famous be there? This is LA, after all. Almost anything could happen. Parking was surprisingly easy, as I arrived at nearly six, when most of the shops were closing, and the street parking magically becomes free. I didn’t mind walking a few blocks to the gallery.

As I approached the building, I could see valets eagerly waiting for expensive cars to park. I walked through the door, hoping to remain unobtrusive, because I couldn’t help feeling like a freshman crashing a seniors-only party! The kind woman behind the counter only wanted my name. I gave it to her, and she checked me off the list. I was in! As I walked into the gallery, I was thrilled! Here were Bono’s drawings, right in front of me! They were huge, many of them, and much more charming that I had imagined. I’m a harsh art critic, a bit too harsh at times, but I was won over by the innocent flirtation of the work!
They were unassuming and wonderful. They were made of bold strokes and small details, and full of love, especially the ones of his dad. I had thought that they might be too precious and full of themselves, but they weren’t. They were just right.

I looked around, again hoping to keep out of the way. The wine was free, but, since I was recovering from a nasty cold, the sparkling water was looking very attractive! I gave in and had a few glasses. I had noticed that there were some very wealthy-looking folks in the room, but one man in particular was looking like a star. He was dark, carefully unkempt, and very well dressed. Even though I didn’t know what he looked like, I knew it was Gavin. Nobody else could have that self-assured star quality. I began to get more excited. Would Bono show up? I kept my eyes glued to the door.

After a while, a lovely Irishwoman was introduced. It turns out she’s the President of the Irish Hospice Foundation. She gave a lovely speech telling the story of how Gavin got involved with the project. Then she told of how Bono came over to her house with the girls one Saturday, and did all the drawings that day! He had some studies prepared (which were hung at Christie’s also), but he did most of the actual illustrating that single Saturday. She said this was filmed, and it’s on the CD. Then she introduced Gavin. He came to the mic and charmed the daylights out of everyone in the room! He told a story about a loved man; a man so loved that everyone thinks he’s God. That man is called Bono. Then he told of a man so dark and dangerous that everyone thinks he’s the devil; that man is called Gavin. He talked about his involvement with the project, and how the money will be distributed from the sales of the booklet and CD. The money from the sales of the CD and booklet set will go to hospice care in the country where the CD was purchased.

After he spoke, I decided to go buy myself a copy of the CD. It won’t be released to the public here in the States until late November, but copies were being sold that night. I purchased my copy and decided I wanted Gavin to sign it. He did. I never understood what the PLEBA girls saw in him, until Tuesday night. He signed the CDs for a few people before me, and he was chatting with them. I approached him shyly. (Yes, I can be shy at times.) He signed my CD, and then turned to face me. When he asked my name, shook my hand and introduced himself, I was hooked. But when he winked at me, I melted, right onto the floor.

I also knew at that point that Bono wasn’t going to come to the reception. But that was okay, I had had a ball. I had seen the art up close, hobnobbed with the rich, seen Stewart Copeland (!), been charmed by Gavin, and I would still be home by nine!

No, I haven’t listened to the CD or watched the film of Bono illustrating yet. But I will, and when I do, I’ll think about how much fun I had one Tuesday night in Beverly Hills.

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