Interesting fact: during The Unforgettable Fire - The Joshua Tree - Lovetown era, Bono would hit notes opera singers only hit once a month four or five times in ONE SONG. He didn't fully know how to use his voice and so while he sounded bloody amazing - I'm talking Bad and With Or Without You on Rattle And Hum here - he was destroying his voice. That - along with the smoking - is what's led to the deterioration we see today, though I do think he sounded very good at Boston and Slane.
I must find the single of The Fly. I really want that.
Oh, and I think I now understand how to use my burner, so some of you may be receiving late Christmas presents and/or trading with me soon. Contrary to earlier speculation on my behalf, I should have no issues with burning 13-12-81, Lido Beach, NY.
Apparently it's Christmas tomorrow, so I'm going to head to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. I'd rather not, though. It doesn't feel like Christmas. This post I made on a messageboard about half an hour ago sums it up quite well;
'According to some people, it's actually Christmas Eve, and in less than two hours, it will be Christmas. What's up with that? It doesn't feel like Christmas at all this year, and it's not just because of Tangiwai [OK, so my subject line lied, there is a minor Tangiwai reference]. For me, Christmas has had all meaning sucked right out of it in a wave of materialism, or if not that, it's been smothered to death by a fat man in a red suit bringing little bundles of greed to children too young to understand.
Call me a killjoy; I really don't care. Instead of making me happy, Christmastime this year has sent me apathetically cynical. Right now, it feels like it's either early December or January 17-y (aka my birthday-y) to me. I'm sick of the stupid attitudes that relate to Christmas, I'm sick of all this "They're getting me a present so I better get them one!" nonsense, I'm sick of how it's just been turned into an excuse to be selfish and materialistic. Is it really that hard to keep the real meaning in something? Is it really that hard to not twist it into something totally irrelevant? It's now just this meaningless, hollow celebration where people sing carols without giving any thought to the words they're singing or the reason why they're singing them. I can't stand it, I truly can't. I want meaning back, I want the reason and the truth, not some stupid festival that crowds shopping centres. Shouldn't it crowd churches instead? Why do we open presents? Shouldn't we open our Bibles? Why do we talk to family? Shouldn't we talk to God?
And yet, the only reason I'm bothering to get up tomorrow morning - apart from to listen to U2 and get on my computer - is because of the presents. That may be selfish and materialistic, but it's all that's left in Christmas for me now. The meaning's gone, and it feels so hollow that I can't restore it in myself. It truly is just another day, nothing special at all.'
In other news, it'll feel like I'll be playing Santa soon. Why? Because I'm yet to put my Mum's presents under the tree (I'm lazy; they've been sitting, wrapped, in a plastic bag for the last few days), so I'll sneak out and do that when I get offline.
I'm not feeling that well today, which, unlike what you may think, is actually a GOOD thing. If I am sick tomorrow, I might not have to go to the family gathering/meal/thing that I don't want to go to. I can only hope. I've never been ill on Christmas before, and there's no better time than now to start. Whoever said being sick was always bad?
ADSL modem/router arrived today, so now I just need to wait for news from the ISP that the line is ready. Cannot wait to get myself on FAST Internet. Whee! Lots of music, here I come ...