* Son amigos desde la prepa
* Formaron la banda más grande del mundo
* Tuvieron conflictos como todas la agrupaciónes y siempre las supieron resolver
* Desde que formaron la banda en la escuela siguen siendo los mismos integrantes y no se han separado.
Los mejores simplemente...
#U2#IntoTheHeart
On the album,"An Cat Dubh" represents sexual awakening and the complex, dark early experiences of youth. The immediate transition to "Into the Heart" acts as a yearning to return to primal purity after having experienced disillusionment or the loss of innocence.
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25 years ago today, Bono said goodbye to his father, Bob Hewson, who died August 21, 2001.
Bob was a working-class Dublin man with a fine tenor voice and a sharp, dry wit. He conducted opera records with knitting needles and told his son that dreaming only led to disappointment.
Their relationship was complicated—full of silence, stubbornness, and few words. Yet in the end, something shifted. Bono has said that after his father passed, they somehow became closer friends. Bono realized that the man he once struggled to understand was the reason the opera lived in him.
Yesterday at Glen Hansard’s send-off at St. Patrick’s Cathedral Bono played a voice message from Patti Smith… her first reaction to hearing the news of Glen’s passing. It’s a lullaby for Glen’s family… which was followed by Beautiful Day rewritten by Bono and Edge for Glen……
“See those eyes flashing landing light blue
Seven towers holding up the sky for you
Arrivals and departures, this is what we do
You write your life ‘til the story becomes true
Ginger cake smile, a movie star too
If the street be your stage how come there’s thousands in the queue
McDaid’s feels like a stadium but there’s only me and you
You left a hangover from hell, of this there is no doubt
But as you wake up in heaven, all the angels will shout“
Painting by @colin_davidson
“Que descanses en la paz que le diste a tantos”. Imagina un diario te dedica ese título en portada, en tu partida. Si dicen eso de ti, lo hiciste todo en la vida, fuiste un tipazo.
Sometimes I would wonder if Glen Hansard really existed….
Seriously, he was such an angelic presence… not otherworldly…in fact, very present this presence…
A smiling rascal if you needed him to be… this most musical and mischievous archangel of Ballymun… no airs, plenty of graces...
Of course, Glen was the shining star of the Christmas Eve busk… sometimes the only one reminding the rest of us that Christmas began with a refugee born in a manger, which is hardly a step from living on the street.
To be utterly yourself by being more interested in others - a clue for any of us trying out different personas. He really was who you thought he was. He could never walk by a person living rough without checking they were OK… and more than that, he worked very hard so that less people had to live on the streets in the first place.
When the crowds got bigger and for safety’s sake Glen had to agree to move the busk to a stage kindly provided outside The Gaiety Theatre, he would say 'we’ll give it our best but it’s not a busk if we’re not on the street!’ …because that’s who he was - a performer at eye level in any situation. The stage was a separation he wouldn’t recognize. Of all the grand and gigantic venues he and The Frames played, you sensed the street was his most favoured place to perform. And street people, his favourite audience.
Voice of the streets. A choir of angels in one man. The rest of us blessed to stand there beside our very own and very earthed Angel Gabriel… All of us welcome in his choir, whatever shape or form.
….and I’m telling myself this morning that if he never existed, then he can never cease to exist. For me, he will always be everywhere I see a coin spinning into an open guitar case.
May you rest in the peace you gave to so many.
Bono