Making music, saving the world
By John Wilson
Presenter, Front Row
U2 played at President Obama's inauguration If it wasn't for the graffiti - declarations of devotion in dozens of languages - you'd never know it was the headquarters of the world's biggest band.
The address they'd given had been vague - south side of the Liffey, out towards the old docks - but every cabbie in Dublin knows where to go. Can you take me to U2? "No problem," comes the reply, along with a stream of Bono stories. So you still see him out on the town? "Try stopping him." So here we are in the narrow riverside road, outside a two storey brick warehouse. Three French teenagers mooch beside a large steel door hoping for a glimpse of a hero or two.
Today could be their lucky day. All four members of U2 - Bono, The Edge, Adam Clayton and Larry Mullen - are on their way right now, to play some music and be interviewed for Front Row. Denim and beads Bono could talk for Ireland if there was such a national sport. No wonder George, Tony, Kofi, Condi and co all listen to him; surely they can't get a word in edgeways. Adam Clayton knows it's a futile task and is apparently happy to sit back and let the frontman do the work as the pair share a sofa at U2 HQ. Bono is dishevelled in denim and beads, all wonky teeth and bloodshot eyes. Most mornings he gets up when other rock stars are heading to bed.
He's got a lot to pack in. Mr Bono is the unpaid CEO of a global network of organisations that lobby the most powerful people in the world on behalf of the poorest. U2 140 million albums sold worldwide Won 22 Grammy Awards, more than any other band Rolling Stone magazine listed U2 at 22 in its list of the 100 greatest artists of all time Debt relief, Fairtrade, Aids in Africa are all permanently stacked in the in-tray. And then there's the day job (or is it the night job?); the one that pays handsomely - writing rock songs, learning how to play them, recording them and then relearning them before setting off on a tour of the stadiums of the world.
Today, it's the relearning bit that's the hardest. After talking to me for two hours (Larry and Edge, then Bono and Adam), the band reconvene in a cramped rehearsal room on the upper floor of their riverside complex.
The Edge has a Telecaster guitar in his hands and what appears to be NASA control panel at his feet. His fingers make minimal movements on the fretboard and yet, as his boots stamp on a succession of pedals, his instrument spews unworldly noises - squelch, crunch, buzz. Then, just as Larry reaches the peak of a lengthy snare roll, the guitarist hits the 'Edge' button and the room fills with one of the most distinctive sounds in rock; chiming, echoing notes chase each other through the air. Some of the people I have to deal with, you just want to have a bath after meeting them
Here comes Bono, fists clenched, eyes closed, an impassioned harmony note hummed the swelling mix. And then it collapses gracefully into itself, like a tower block demolished by a controlled explosion. As the reverberations settle into the corners of the room Bono mumbles "Oh dear". U2 haven't played together since they finished recording the new album No Line On The Horizon just before Christmas. But it doesn't take long to rebuild and soon the room is filled with a massive rush of sound, raw and dirty. "Some of the people I have to deal with", Bono had admitted earlier, referring to his role as political campaigner, "you just want to have a bath after meeting them".
This band - which first played together in the gymnasium of Mount Temple Comprehensive School in 1976 - provide a release, a safety valve, for the most restless man in rock. He can't wait to get here for rehearsals most days, he claims. Like a kid in his first band. Now I'm standing alongside 48-year-old Bono as he urges his bandmates on, stamping his feet and attempting a mini pogo dance in front of his mic. "I've got a new rose, I've got it good ..." he sings over Edge's fuzz guitar, referencing The Damned, as U2 pummel their way through a ragged punk rock version of new single Get On Your Boots. Guitars, drums and voice smash together on the final note of the song.
"Well, you'll never hear us play as badly as that ever again" laughs the singer. "Let's go again...one, two, three, four..." You can hear John Wilson's report on Front Row, BBC Radio 4 , Tuesday 24 February at 1915 GMT
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