flameandthefire
The Fly
I've just bought a book about U2. It's called "Race of Angels - The Genesis of U2" and it's written by Irish author John Waters.
John Waters attempts to pin-point the source within the Irish cultural genius from which U2 emerged. WHAT A BOOK! I haven't finished the book yet, but I can't stop reading. This book really opened my eyes.
..Here's a few lines telling about the early days of U2:
"One of the tribal forces with which the young U2 came into contact was a punk faction called the Black Catholics, from Bono's own neighbourhood, who specialised in subverse attacks on the performances of bands they disapproved of. One night, at a gig in the Baggot Inn, these defenders of the Catholic faith against the threat of 'stuck-up Protestant bastards', threw glasses at the stage, narrowly missing The Edge's head.
..now it gets interesting! This really opened my eyes! It feels actually good to see that Bono - as much as he loves peace and hates violence - is a human being after all and has to go through the same feelings like the rest of us.
'I hate violence. I hate the feeling I had,', Bono remembers. 'And yet I loved it. I had to be held. I wanted to drive Guggi's car through the front door of this fucker's house. Apache Indians - just go after them. That was the way I felt. I know it's pathetic, but I remember waiting for him outside his house, and thinking, "I'll kill you." And he knew. It was, like, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It'll never happen again." Because in that moment he could see that I was capable of all the ugliness I would later give out about. Violence can be a lot of fun, you know, on a dull evening. So I'm verry glad Lypton Village didn't go down that route. It was a different kind of street gang. Humour was the weapon, surrealism was the route. And music. That was what we were on about."
John Waters attempts to pin-point the source within the Irish cultural genius from which U2 emerged. WHAT A BOOK! I haven't finished the book yet, but I can't stop reading. This book really opened my eyes.
..Here's a few lines telling about the early days of U2:
"One of the tribal forces with which the young U2 came into contact was a punk faction called the Black Catholics, from Bono's own neighbourhood, who specialised in subverse attacks on the performances of bands they disapproved of. One night, at a gig in the Baggot Inn, these defenders of the Catholic faith against the threat of 'stuck-up Protestant bastards', threw glasses at the stage, narrowly missing The Edge's head.
..now it gets interesting! This really opened my eyes! It feels actually good to see that Bono - as much as he loves peace and hates violence - is a human being after all and has to go through the same feelings like the rest of us.
'I hate violence. I hate the feeling I had,', Bono remembers. 'And yet I loved it. I had to be held. I wanted to drive Guggi's car through the front door of this fucker's house. Apache Indians - just go after them. That was the way I felt. I know it's pathetic, but I remember waiting for him outside his house, and thinking, "I'll kill you." And he knew. It was, like, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It'll never happen again." Because in that moment he could see that I was capable of all the ugliness I would later give out about. Violence can be a lot of fun, you know, on a dull evening. So I'm verry glad Lypton Village didn't go down that route. It was a different kind of street gang. Humour was the weapon, surrealism was the route. And music. That was what we were on about."
I always could never understand why U2 never had him write their bio, instead of Dunphy. It was only the McCormick book that made me realise the extent of his alcoholism. What a great writer!!!!
