Showing posts with label U2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label U2. Show all posts

Friday, October 19, 2007

U2 Go Home

Thursday night I continued with catching up with my fellow bloggers. After checking out Vader's Mom's Halloween results, I had to check out mine. I am a sucker for all sorts of quizzes. Once finished with my Halloween Quiz, I found another at BlogThings: What European City Do You Belong in?


You Belong in Dublin

Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.
You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.
I have the passport, now I just need some travel time & funds :)

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Thank you note

Dear Bono, the Edge, Adam, & Larry,

This thank you note is very much overdue, so please do not let its tardiness take away from my true appreciation.

Thank you for your music, and the understanding that it has brought me. Some may not realize that your band is a Christian band clad in rock star clothing and hip sunglasses.

I will admit that back in my carefree college, law school, and married days, Achtung Baby was a raw, sensual album that got a lot of play.

Life became more serious during our lengthy quest to have a baby. How long? How long must we sing this song?

When I was pregnant the first time, I heard a sermon at our local Episcopal church that discussed when bad things happen to good people. One of the minister's examples was the columns falling on Christians and heathens, killing both indiscriminately. I understood, and agreed with everything the minister said. Little did I know that later that week I would lose my unborn child at 16.5 weeks. Timely. Ironic. Horrifying. Incredulous. Heart-breaking.

Nothing was more hurtful for me to hear in my grief than "God has a plan." Oh really? A plan? A plan that involves lots of misery and pain, where my unborn baby becomes toxic and almost kills me? That does not make this easier. It does not feel, it will never feel "meant to be." I was very angry with God and this "plan" and then I even became angry and hurt by the people that wanted to tell me about it.

When my anger lessened, and I was just left with grief, The Joshua Tree became my album of recovery. In "I Still Have Not Found What I am Looking For" you discuss Jesus when you say "You broke the bonds, you loosed the chains, You carried the Cross, Of my Shame, You know I believe it, But I still have not found what I am looking for." Like you, I believe, but it can be hard to understand when things are not working. For me it's hard to be a Christian in pain, who for right or wrong believes what I do, in close proximity to the plan Christians. It is quite a turn-off.

Then through our challenges to have CRB after the baby we lost, I began to appreciate a different aspect of your music. Your lyrics to "Stuck in a Moment" helped me put a lot of pain in perspective. Stop wishing for better days, enjoy what you have today. I needed to hear that, over and over, until I believed it.

If CRB was to have an anthem my guess that it would be "Beautiful Day." I don't choose this song merely because of its immediate calming effect. As his mom, "My heart is abloom ..." What a great and wonderful thing our life is! Thanks for giving the world your music message to have in the good times and the bad times and all the times in between.

Much love,
Leslie

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Mothers of the Disappeared

Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat...
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind
We hear their laughter
In the rain
We see their tears
--u2

I was getting into my car to go home this afternoon when I heard the bell tower at my university begin playing chimes.

And then I remembered ... at 4 p.m. the bell tower was to play the Virginia Tech alma mater. Such a beautiful song played for such a tragic purpose.

Somehow, traffic and parking cooperated and I was able to get to the quad in something like one minute. I was glad to have an opportunity to send my thoughts and prayers to the families.

Teaching in a university setting helps me understand how powerless the VT community must have felt. Last night, our local news was interviewing our campus police, who wanted to assure the us that "there is a plan in place." I really did not care for their "this could not happen here and if it does we have a plan attitude." It is unrealistic. What, do they have a Batman logo to put in the sky? Some magic box that can predict what is going to happen before it does?

Mothers of the Disappeared lyrics can be found here.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Achtung Baby - rather loudly

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"So you gave birth to classic rock baby?" asked my husband.
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Does your not quite six month old have a favorite song? Is the song different from his favorite music video?

You see about six months ago I gave birth to classic rock baby (CRB).

CRB was born to parents with little to no music ability but a great love for all things rock and roll. Although I think we are Kool with a capital K, our music is now termed "classic" rock.

The music to which you listen when you are pregnant may influence your baby's music tastes. I am really glad that I did not play a lot of Drop It While Its Hot. Bono is a much better role model than Snoop Dog.

CRB's favorite song: Beautiful Day. Any crying or fussing is calmed within 2-3 seconds. I think the heartbeat rhythm is responsible for some of the effect, but the heartbeat womb bear scores a big zero with CRB.

CRB's favorite video: Sunday Bloody Sunday - Live from Red Rocks. All the mist, all the marching.

CRB also enjoys most VH1 Behind the Music Segments, with a notable favorite of the Who.

He does have some age appropriate interests, but those are for another time.