I may have mentioned this before, but if I haven’t—whenever the U2 tour makes its way back to my continent, I start a self-imposed diet from listening to them until the last few weeks before the shows. Why on earth do I do this? Because just hearing one note of any of their songs sends me into such an excited frenzy, I un-check all of the other artists in my iPod and play nothing but U2 for the duration of the wait. And that’s just silly.
This year, I’ve been especially restrained because there are so many new good albums coming out. Yes, I said it, there are so many new good albums! I’m currently enjoying fresh sounds from PJ Harvey, R.E.M. and Duran Duran. I hear the new Radiohead is also awesome. So my point is: there are other quality bands to tune into while I wait for the Best Band on Earth™ to return.
Anyway, today I innocently went to see Scream 4 and a few scenes into the movie, the main character, Sydney, opens the door of her younger cousin’s bedroom and there staring back at us is the poster of The Joshua Tree. It would’ve been easy to ignore, but the director kept framing the conversation so that Larry Mullen, Jr. was in full focus, and I kept wondering why a teenager of today would have that poster on their wall like us kids of the 80s did so many years ago.
But I let it go and returned home after the movie to do some spring cleaning. As I was scrubbing out my refrigerator, I had Oprah’s guilty pleasure reality show Season 25 playing in the background. I heard her speaking to her producer about a new house she was building and that she was creating a special corridor to show off her most prized possessions. What was the possession she used as an example? Her guitar from The Edge.
I promptly turned off the show and turned on The Unforgettable Fire. I surrender.