I dunno. I mean, personally speaking, if I'd been doing something creative on a professional level--not just getting by, but one of the most successful performers in that creative sphere ever--and the stuff I was creating after 30 years of growth and access to resources and money to develop my skills was still simple enough that I could have played it 30 years ago... I'd kinda consider myself a fucking douchebag.
As if U2 didn't reinvent themselves more than any other band you could list save the Beatles and Radiohead.
Joshua Tree > Daydream Nation
Vigo thats fucking blasphamy shut your god damned mouth typers.
Drew, C'mon dude. Sonic Youth is too experimental. The B side of Joshua tree is one of the greatest 25 minutes in rock history.
Both of those bands are completely terrible. And yes, U2 kept reinventing themselves and just got worse and worse and worse. That's the problem.
No, they got better and better before they got worse and worse.
Boy was an awesome post punk start and deviation from the prog and cheese of the day, which culminated with War- and then they got Brian Eno for Unforgetable Fire and peaked with Joshua Tree. I'd argue that Achtung Baby is one of the better albums of the 90s, but sure it was downhill from there. Rock n Roll is a young mans sport anyways.
I most enjoy the thought of Bono attending Coachella to view the beauty of the location, the artists, the attendees, the overall vibe, and walking away inspired to talk about it with the rest of the band, in the hopes that they make the next All That You Can't Leave Behind.
Everything since that one has been shit.
Joshua Tree is back with my size 32 pants.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
The guy who loves Paul Simon and the woman who loves Pet Shop Boys both hate U2. Moral of the story is obvious.
talk about shit music.
U2 > Birthday Party > Big Country > The Alarm > The Clash
Bono on the "greatest gig he ever saw":
The Edge:Can’t remember the set list, can’t remember much about the music, to be honest. I just know that everything changed that night, and I’m sure it was not just for me. Year zero. The shock of the new, where everything reconfigured. The venue was the exam hall of Trinity College, founded by Bishop Berkeley 300 odd years previously … the man who spent his entire existence trying to prove the existence of existence. I’m not kidding. He also had a corner of San Francisco named after him. Other reconfigurations, other revolts.
It wasn’t so much a musical event. It was more like the Red Army had arrived, on a cold October night, to force feed a new cultural revolution, punk rock. Marching boots and the smell of sulphur. Not weed or speed but fear, fear of the future, no future. And the delight, so much delight. All kinds of symbols pinned on jackets, some ridiculous swastikas, Red Brigade t-shirts, hand made knock-offs of extremely expensive Seditionaries threads from London. But as there was a war going on 100 miles from here, in a strange way, the Clash made more sense in Dublin than anywhere.
As I sat in the box room and stared out the window the next day, it was very clear. The world is more malleable than you think; reality is what you can get away with.
to whoever or whatever klein is praying to, please ignore him.