Sunday, October 16, 2005
That means U2!
The universe has come full cycle in our lifetime.
When we were in college, we were happy to pour scorn on those pop idols who invited public ridicule by singing such lyrics as
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
In fact, Graybill and I, as college freshmen, attended a concert in McCarter Theater, confident that having sat through a couple of hours of lyrics such as these, mumbled by Mr Dylan (nee Zimmerman), in a voice no better than our own, we had favourably impressed the young ladies at our side. They were impressed, but in those days, “impressed” plus a proposal of marriage got you where you wanted to get. Fortunately, we stuck to the concert and pouting.
Mr Zimmerman went on to represent our generation, all its irony, rebellion, pretense and confusion. Graybill and I got jobs and found better dating material with whom the proposal condition became feasible.
Tonight, 38 years later, more or less to the week, due to a hindered social calendar, I watched Bono doing his full hour on Conan O’Brian’s Late Nite show.
We will overlook Bono’s pink sunglasses, earrings, chain necklace and Sgt Pepper jacket, allowing today’s pop idols their own bling things, and acknowledging the age divide.
But when today’s champion for the world’s suffering masses, proposes this as his anthem
I'm just trying to find
A decent melody
A song that I can sing
In my own company
We can only wish that he limited his singing to his own company.
It’s very nice that you want to feed hungry people, but your music sucks, and you are using your Cause to sell records.
You, Bono, are so phony, untalented, and synthetic, that you make Bob Dylan seem avuncular and wise. At his most pretentious Bob never pretended to save all the starving masses of the world, to take a place next to the world’s leaders, and to lead millions up out of the mud to the chuck wagon. Bob merely claimed to be cool. We knew he was a dork, but Hey, he has willy nilly become our dork, better than you kids’ dork, who is a serious, total, dodgy dork.
When we were in college, we were happy to pour scorn on those pop idols who invited public ridicule by singing such lyrics as
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
In fact, Graybill and I, as college freshmen, attended a concert in McCarter Theater, confident that having sat through a couple of hours of lyrics such as these, mumbled by Mr Dylan (nee Zimmerman), in a voice no better than our own, we had favourably impressed the young ladies at our side. They were impressed, but in those days, “impressed” plus a proposal of marriage got you where you wanted to get. Fortunately, we stuck to the concert and pouting.
Mr Zimmerman went on to represent our generation, all its irony, rebellion, pretense and confusion. Graybill and I got jobs and found better dating material with whom the proposal condition became feasible.
Tonight, 38 years later, more or less to the week, due to a hindered social calendar, I watched Bono doing his full hour on Conan O’Brian’s Late Nite show.
We will overlook Bono’s pink sunglasses, earrings, chain necklace and Sgt Pepper jacket, allowing today’s pop idols their own bling things, and acknowledging the age divide.
But when today’s champion for the world’s suffering masses, proposes this as his anthem
I'm just trying to find
A decent melody
A song that I can sing
In my own company
We can only wish that he limited his singing to his own company.
It’s very nice that you want to feed hungry people, but your music sucks, and you are using your Cause to sell records.
You, Bono, are so phony, untalented, and synthetic, that you make Bob Dylan seem avuncular and wise. At his most pretentious Bob never pretended to save all the starving masses of the world, to take a place next to the world’s leaders, and to lead millions up out of the mud to the chuck wagon. Bob merely claimed to be cool. We knew he was a dork, but Hey, he has willy nilly become our dork, better than you kids’ dork, who is a serious, total, dodgy dork.
# posted by Senectus @ 9:02 AM 
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Hm, You feel strongly about this?
But I agree. There was a show on Bob Dylan on TV here recently. We watched about 20 minutes of it, which is about as much as you can take of Bobby repeating "I don't really know what that song was about, but it seemed to be a success".
But yeah, Bono, like Blue Eyes and Luciano, should know when to quit.
But I agree. There was a show on Bob Dylan on TV here recently. We watched about 20 minutes of it, which is about as much as you can take of Bobby repeating "I don't really know what that song was about, but it seemed to be a success".
But yeah, Bono, like Blue Eyes and Luciano, should know when to quit.
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: 7:33 AM
: 7:33 AM
Whoa. Yes. good points. and cool post. And even if it weren't, any post that uses 'willy nilly' becomes cool by default.
And yeah, this ties into that whole Live-8 concert movement, where the world's poor and starving were able to help these fading untalented rock stars' careers. Fabulous.
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And yeah, this ties into that whole Live-8 concert movement, where the world's poor and starving were able to help these fading untalented rock stars' careers. Fabulous.
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