U2
May 4, 2008
“All I’ve got
is a red guitar,
three chords,
and the truth.”
– U2, “All Along the Watchtower”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Ixs57zxTiQ&feature=related
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lauralyn | May 7, 2008 at 1:49 am
I kept trying to figure out what U2 and Jimmy were doing in the same context…
I love that song. I love U2, and I’m glad you posted that! Wow. I remember U2 at the Cow Palace in San Francisco, in about…1986? for the Amnesty International Concert. Peter Gabriel sang Sledge Hammer. That? Was a good day.
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sarahemc2 | May 15, 2008 at 3:23 pm
Now that I know your other listening choices include Karen Carpenter singing “Desperado,” I am backing off my anti-U2 attitude. Put some Bono on the stereo. Please. For the sake of the kids. Because I’m not sure what happens to children raised in a house where they hear Karen Carpenter singing “Desperado” but it can’t be good…
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inktarsia | May 15, 2008 at 7:50 pm
Outing me on Karen. Pretty soon you’ll go after Celtic Women, Wynonna, and Cat Stevens. We’ve only just begun…
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sarahemc2 | May 15, 2008 at 8:00 pm
I LOVE Cat Stevens. Although I once thoughtless played the song “Moonshadow” while on a date with a guy who looked like Roger Daltry (during the early days) if Roger Daltry were in a wheel chair. I was a college freshman, he was a grad student, and I was oh-so-smitten. But as Cat Stevens started singing, “if I ever lose my arms” and “if I ever lose my legs” he stormed (rolled?) out of my dorm room. I am, forever, thoughtless in that way!
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inktarsia | May 15, 2008 at 8:14 pm
My school music teacher asked me to play Karen and John Denver at her wedding, when I was 11. Clearly there is a pattern of generational abuse.
You worry about influence on the kids, my friend, but consider that DH got them hooked on Neil Diamond. Porcupine pie. Makes my sneaking some Boston and Heart onto my son’s Ipod seem tame, don’t it? And neither of us is responsible for their preference for Weird Al. It’s yesterday once more.