Without blaming the bashers, what do we make of how this record is either panned or praised, lashed or lauded? Are Bono and Apple computer really the root of all evil?
I must confess that since my serious Bonophilia of the 1984-87 period, I thought I'd left my youthful U2opian obsessions behind.
I went from Bonophile to Bonophobe.
But in 2001, I started to come back into the family. "Leave Behind" led me to leave behind many cynical doubts about my spiritual connection to this band and this singer. "Elevation," "Beautiful Day," "Walk On," and "Kite" remain all-time favorites today.
Then, 9-11 came, as did Bono's Super Bowl set. I never thought that the White Flag would be replaced with the American flag. Suddenly, it actually looked like Bono was going pro-Bush.
By 2004, I was all-too-ready to forgive the prodigal Hewson when the Bomb got dropped in my car stereo in late November.
I've come back home again to my first love, my obsession, my rock and roll religion.
This album is why I am on this list, why I have replaced my old, lost vinyl and casssette collection with the CDs, why I have been reading and meditating obsessively, getting ready for seeing them on tour with feelings I haven't had for 18 years in the days before JT opened in Arizona, and I was there.
Today, I read a sampling of the 711 reviews of the Bomb on "gold lyrics"-dot-com. The sincerity and severity in the anti-bono sentiment shocked me with the awful possibility that I am just a dupe for the devil in angel's clothes (especially since my political beliefs see some of the inherent hypocrisy in the hype).
But past the blogging punditocracy pretentiously blasting Bono's pretensions, I think that this record is real, and that these boys are back. (Actually, in catching up with Pop and Zooropa, I realize they never left).
How does this relate to the record: I think at least 80% of the songs do for me what Joshua Tree did: take me to the higher ground of one tree hill just outside the city of blinding lights where the streets have no name and freedom has the scent like the top of my newborn baby's head . . . .
When I flipped over War at 17, I was a card-carrying Christian wannabe Bono preacher. Today, I'm an ordained Reverend in an obscure pagan church, but Jesus remains in my pantheon (it's just the hard-core-fundamentalists that make me queazy).
I like the return to anti-war themes linked to utopian and mystical spirituality; as a dad with a pre-teen daughter, "original" makes me want to cry almost every time.
This love without limits: but what about the crass capitalistic side of this tour and all the ticket-brokers who make Bono's evil huckster preacher a la "Bullet" in "Rattle" seem more saintly?
Dancing on the head of a vertiginous ambivalence and looking for a sign, some kind of a sign . . . .
Anu
I must confess that since my serious Bonophilia of the 1984-87 period, I thought I'd left my youthful U2opian obsessions behind.
I went from Bonophile to Bonophobe.
But in 2001, I started to come back into the family. "Leave Behind" led me to leave behind many cynical doubts about my spiritual connection to this band and this singer. "Elevation," "Beautiful Day," "Walk On," and "Kite" remain all-time favorites today.
Then, 9-11 came, as did Bono's Super Bowl set. I never thought that the White Flag would be replaced with the American flag. Suddenly, it actually looked like Bono was going pro-Bush.
By 2004, I was all-too-ready to forgive the prodigal Hewson when the Bomb got dropped in my car stereo in late November.
I've come back home again to my first love, my obsession, my rock and roll religion.
This album is why I am on this list, why I have replaced my old, lost vinyl and casssette collection with the CDs, why I have been reading and meditating obsessively, getting ready for seeing them on tour with feelings I haven't had for 18 years in the days before JT opened in Arizona, and I was there.
Today, I read a sampling of the 711 reviews of the Bomb on "gold lyrics"-dot-com. The sincerity and severity in the anti-bono sentiment shocked me with the awful possibility that I am just a dupe for the devil in angel's clothes (especially since my political beliefs see some of the inherent hypocrisy in the hype).
But past the blogging punditocracy pretentiously blasting Bono's pretensions, I think that this record is real, and that these boys are back. (Actually, in catching up with Pop and Zooropa, I realize they never left).
How does this relate to the record: I think at least 80% of the songs do for me what Joshua Tree did: take me to the higher ground of one tree hill just outside the city of blinding lights where the streets have no name and freedom has the scent like the top of my newborn baby's head . . . .
When I flipped over War at 17, I was a card-carrying Christian wannabe Bono preacher. Today, I'm an ordained Reverend in an obscure pagan church, but Jesus remains in my pantheon (it's just the hard-core-fundamentalists that make me queazy).
I like the return to anti-war themes linked to utopian and mystical spirituality; as a dad with a pre-teen daughter, "original" makes me want to cry almost every time.
This love without limits: but what about the crass capitalistic side of this tour and all the ticket-brokers who make Bono's evil huckster preacher a la "Bullet" in "Rattle" seem more saintly?
Dancing on the head of a vertiginous ambivalence and looking for a sign, some kind of a sign . . . .
Anu