Dear Bono,
I wanted to write you a letter to tell you how much I love the new rendition of Bullet the Blue Sky. However, (and there always is one) I take issue with one part of it. For some reason you feel the need to explain your success to your critics. I cannot fathom what it is that makes human beings so thick: A long as you are starving they love you. God help you if you actually succeed. Success makes you a sellout. Utter and complete horse pucky.
Now if the critics are in your head, then there's not much I can tell you other than that there are legions of us who understand what you are trying to accomplish and that without the means, it would be almost impossible to accomplish those things. Big Ideas deserve a plan.
Peace.
I wanted to write you a letter to tell you how much I love the new rendition of Bullet the Blue Sky. However, (and there always is one) I take issue with one part of it. For some reason you feel the need to explain your success to your critics. I cannot fathom what it is that makes human beings so thick: A long as you are starving they love you. God help you if you actually succeed. Success makes you a sellout. Utter and complete horse pucky.
Now if the critics are in your head, then there's not much I can tell you other than that there are legions of us who understand what you are trying to accomplish and that without the means, it would be almost impossible to accomplish those things. Big Ideas deserve a plan.
Peace.