U2, "11 O'Clock Tick Tock"
It's hard to believe they were ever this young. It's hard to believe I was ever this young.
It's hard to believe they were ever this good. No--I mean, of course they got better. It's hard to articulate what I mean. They were on fire. They were young and they believed in stuff. The way kids do. It's not that you don't believe in things when you get older--of course you do. But everything is important in a way you can't muster the same passion for when you're older, no matter how passionately you may feel things when you're older. Things are very stark when you're young, and all the colors get muddled together; you become better able to discern all the gradients shading between colors and accordingly, the better you can see, the worse your vision gets.
I played the hell out of the cassette Under A Blood Red Sky in high school. You had to crank this as loud as the speakers would go unless there were other people at home; that's when you cranked the hell out of the headphones. Everything is better louder, too; that's still true when you're old, but only because you shot your hearing cranking the headphones when you were young.
Later in U2's career, Bono would announce all he needed was a red guitar, three chords and the truth. In retrospect, the three chords probably spoke for themselves; adding the truth was redundant, and red guitars, well--The Edge's Explorer was wood-tone and sufficiently pretty.
I've played "11 O'Clock" three times writing this post. When I hit "Publish," think I'll play it one more.
It's hard to believe they were ever this good. No--I mean, of course they got better. It's hard to articulate what I mean. They were on fire. They were young and they believed in stuff. The way kids do. It's not that you don't believe in things when you get older--of course you do. But everything is important in a way you can't muster the same passion for when you're older, no matter how passionately you may feel things when you're older. Things are very stark when you're young, and all the colors get muddled together; you become better able to discern all the gradients shading between colors and accordingly, the better you can see, the worse your vision gets.
I played the hell out of the cassette Under A Blood Red Sky in high school. You had to crank this as loud as the speakers would go unless there were other people at home; that's when you cranked the hell out of the headphones. Everything is better louder, too; that's still true when you're old, but only because you shot your hearing cranking the headphones when you were young.
Later in U2's career, Bono would announce all he needed was a red guitar, three chords and the truth. In retrospect, the three chords probably spoke for themselves; adding the truth was redundant, and red guitars, well--The Edge's Explorer was wood-tone and sufficiently pretty.
I've played "11 O'Clock" three times writing this post. When I hit "Publish," think I'll play it one more.
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