Paul Hewson (also known as Bono) turns 50 today. This is hard to believe – not only because it means that U2 has been around for 30 years, but also because…Bono doesn’t seem 50. He doesn’t act 50. He doesn’t act 40. He still has the energy of a 25 year old, and the dreams and ambition of a wide-eyed kid.
I could write a lot about what U2 and Bono have meant to me over the years. (Actually, wait, I have) I’ve loved them since I was 12, and will love them forever. But I’m not the only one. U2 has meant many different things to many people. For me, they are the closest thing I have to religion. Seeing them live is like going to church. It fills me up, it makes me feel good about myself and the world, gives me faith in people. (I know, that’s weird. Unless you’ve seen them live. Then you know.)
I have lots of memories of U2 over the years – seeing them right after September 11th, seeing them live for the first time at Popmart, when my Mom thought the song was “Angel with a Hard On” instead of “Angel of Harlem,” watching Bono break down after singing “Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own”. But what really sticks out (and I’m actually getting teary writing this) is when I first heard the album All That You Can’t Leave Behind and the song “Walk On.” I was a sophomore in college, and very unhappy. I didn’t know why I was so sad, and felt like no one understood how I was feeling. How could they, if I didn’t even know?
I walked down to the local record store at midnight the eve of the release, stood outside with the few other devotees, and purchased the album. Got back to my room, popped it in my computer, and started listening. By the time “Walk On” came up (the fourth track), I was already in love. And then, Bono started singing about the daylight being a long way off, and what I got no one can steal, and how I just have keep walking, keep breathing, keep being. He understood. No one else understood, but somehow, Bono did.
Flash forward a year. I’m home for the summer, after leaving school the winter before. In a few months, I’ll go to Illinois and have some of the happiest years of my life. I’ll learn how to make movies while also making lifelong friends. But first, I saw U2 live for the second time, with my best friend, Jenn. We sat in the second tier, and at the end of the show, Edge played the familiar opening notes to “Walk On.” I took a breath. Jenn looked over at me, and silently took my hand. She didn’t let go until the song was over.
Happy birthday, Bono.
Ok, so I think I can name only like one or two U2 songs. If I were to start listening to them, where do I start?
Umm…that is an overwhelming question. 🙂 I made a couple (and by a “couple” I actually mean “meant to make one but ended up making 3”) Best of U2 mixes for a friend of mine last year. I still have the play lists and could burn them for you. (Or just burn one, if 3 is too overwhelming.)
Also, I bet you know a lot more U2 songs than you realize.
Okay, of course I am not objective and often too sentimental, but I could picture you in your room at UNCG at midnight and with Jenn at the concert, and it really touched me. Really touched me…I know you know what I mean.
Oh, god. The dreadful 18 months of UNCG.That room at Scary Faust (Foust?)
Yes, “Walk On” was very personal; a lot of that album is. Indeed. And I remember that about Jenn.
I say, send Nicki all three playlists so that the full range of U2’s awesomeness is represented.
Well, Dad, I totally started crying at work writing it, so I am not surprised by your reaction.
I think it was Foust. But actually, the room I was in when the album came out was the one sophomore year, that was BIG and had a/c.
I would love a copy of that if you wouldn’t mind. Always looking for a new obsession. 🙂
…you know you totally opened my eyes with my “one” U2 CD!!! How did I have no idea?!?! Hugs and hearts! 🙂
What do you mean that’s NOT the real Bono? Of course it is! I’m sure the author wouldn’t some photo of someone else!
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