New day comin' 'round
New day comin' 'round
New Year's Day!
- Bono before New Year's Day, 31-12-89, Point Depot, Dublin( Collapse )
I would just like to inform the world that Edge is a guitar god. If you don't believe me, then I have just two songs for you: Mysterious Ways and Bullet The Blue Sky, both 1 September 2001. I never realised just how good they were - and that's saying something, because I already loved them - until I ripped them to mp3 last night. Eeee, lovelovelove.
Last night was VERY GOOD. I present to you ...The Chronicles of André's New Year's Eve/Day
We were planning on heading down to the 9pm fireworks at one of the local shopping centres - it's usually quite good, though last year was a massive letdown (but we did go somewhere else and the lesson of that was to stick to what you know) - but both Mum and Alan had a bit too much to drink to be able to legally drive, so we stayed home and watched it from the front lawn, and wow, they were good. Wish we'd been down there.
As the clock approached midnight, I prepared to put my plan of playing New Year's Day really loud into action, and hoped no-one had beaten me to posting the lyrics. Though I was going to post them anyway, even if I had been beaten. At about 12 minutes to midnight, Alan walked in - he already knew of my New Year's Day plan - and asked if I wanted to play it out in the lounge on the sound system. So I brought it out, and figuring the timing would be about right, I started it on Beautiful Day. Got to Until The End Of The World with about five minutes to go and I was feeling confident. Alan cranked up the volume as it approached midnight, and I noticed the irony in the last song I'd hear in 2003 being Until The End Of The World. Then, just as the clock struck midnight, UTEOTW ended and Adam played the first bass notes of New Year's Day. It was PERFECT! So I ran into my room to hurriedly post the lyrics and then shot outside to watch the fireworks all up and down the Gold Coast. It was grandness, people! U2 was blaring loud - loud enough that I could feel it in a big way in my room - fireworks were going off wherever we looked, and it was all-round brilliance.
So once the fireworks stopped we came back in and kept watching Slane ... and kept turning it up! Alan has got the most incredible sound system - I cannot emphasise just how good his amplifier and speakers are. We kept on turning it up, well past levels that would destroy the speakers I have on my stereo in here, and oh, IT WAS AMAZING! By the time I came back into my room at 12:45, I felt half-deaf and absolutely hyper. Some stuff is meant to be listened to LOUD and Slane's one of those things! The only quiet parts were when I skipped tracks to get to a few of our favourites, like Streets and Mysterious Ways.
Oh eeee, it was so brilliant. Fanladishness off the charts, seriously.
After that, I just bummed around online for a short while, then James arrived home with two friends, Jen and Emma. Jen came into my room because she heard me singing along to my mp3s I've ripped of Slane - initially embarrassing for me but she didn't care - and we stood around and talked, then James and Emma came in and joined us, and it was most amusing, especially because although they weren't so drunk as to be unable to sustain a conversation, they felt this need to repeat a few comments every five or so minutes, heh. After a short while, James and Emma left and Jen challenged me to a game of pool, and I simply have to add "playing pool with a drunk person" to the list of "funniest things I've ever done." Jen claimed to be a very good player when sober - and considering how well she played drunk, I'd believe her - but I managed to win, surprisingly. By this point, it was past 2am and I was tired, so I went to bed and I have no idea what Jen, James, or Emma did with the rest of the night but when I woke up this morning they were outside talking around the pool and then James ended up in it.
So yes, I had quite a good night. The hypereeebrilliance of Slane a great deal louder than I ever thought I'd hear anything out of a TV or stereo and the amusingness of playing pool against a drunk person added up to a very good New Year's Eve.
Then today, Sam was going to come around, but I phoned him up and he backed out, which pissed me off. Oh well, such is life I suppose. He's heading down to Sydney tomorrow for a few days, meeting up with some people from the clan he plays Battlefield 1942 with online. Lucky bugger. I wish I could go to some gathering of everyone from YTF. That's what we MUST do, have a YTF gathering. Every so often we keep on saying it, but we have to actually get around to it. The Northern summer of 2005 or 2006 will probably work for me.
One thing I can say is that the transition from 2003 to 2004 seems really big to me. 2002 to 2003 was no big deal, barely even noticed it, but going into 2004 seems like a major event in my head for some reason. I keep on thinking "Wow, it's 2004?!" Maybe because this year's going to be a big year, with it being my last year of high school and U2's upcoming album and tour. I'm really hoping I'm right that the new single will be out this month. Should at least be an announcement. I'd be surprised if there isn't and extremely pleased if there is.
It's most ironic that all throughout today, New Year's Day keeps on cropping up on my playlist.
And now for the first M*A*S*H of the year ...