For the longest time, I’ve preferred Bono the spritual guy versus Bono’s band. With the occasional bright spot, U2’s singles have really failed to really grab me since The Joshua Tree, which I exchanged for a copy of The Smiths’ Louder Than Bombs,
a decision that I do not regret even to this day (more tracks, less suck).
I reiterate: U2 have
occasionally come out with singles that I liked, but not in that same
way that every track in their early albums such as Boy, October and War got me. It may have been my youth (I was a spiky-haired teenager when those albums came out, and I got them on vinyl), but their later work has often left me feeling rather like His Holiness in this photo:
“Forgive them, for they know not how much they suck.”
However, the new single, Vertigo,
impresses me. In fact, it impresses me to the point of my wanting to
say “All right, impostors: where are U2 and what have you done with
Nicely done, gentlemen. I’m interested to hear what the rest of the album sounds like.
Remember the Star Wars Gangsta Rap Flash video? There’s a special edition version with re-done animation.
Let me first warn you that I’m saddling up the high horse.
I have no problem with the childfree — if you don’t want kids, don’t
have ’em — but geez, are the human-only-by-biological-classification
folks in the Childfree LiveJournal community seem as petulant, self-centred and simple-minded as the children they despise.
Bonus reading: Malcolm Gladwell’s New Yorker article Big and Bad: How the S.U.V. ran over automotive safety, in which the author talks about what people worry about when they worry about safety: “not risks,
however commonplace, involving their own behavior but risks, however
rare, involving some unexpected event.”