I'll save you squinting to read the horizontal axis - this is a graph of the number of blog posts I've written every month for the last two years, prior to this one. The dotted red line makes the implicit trend explicit. I know it's just a count, it's got nothing to do with quality or page views (though both of those trend lines would follow a similar trajectory). Maybe I've just run out of words.
Take the rest of this post, for example. It starts with seeing this on Instagram the other day...
Which is one of those jokes that, if you have to explain it, stops being funny.
And then I thought, this could lead into a post about how U2 aren't all bad, actually (come back, Rol). Prone to pomposity, yes, effects-pedal-dependent, maybe, and so far over the shark even Quint couldn't get them, certainly. But there were some good songs there too, back in the day. Except ... I don't have the words, effort or energy required to write that post any more, it seems.
Bollocks to it. Here's a song.
See, that was alright, wasn't it? And if it was by anyone else, we'd all be enthusing. Although seeing Bonio in his big glasses inevitably brings this little snippet to mind:
"Are those your mother's cataract glasses?" Brilliant. And that's the post. More, by which I probably mean less, some other time.
I don't like U2. Bono especially. Actively against them in all sorts of ways, long held late 80s prejudices etc. Weirdly the other day the guitar line from With or Without You (or Where The Streets Have no Name, one or the other) hoved into earshot and I found myself enjoying it. Obviously I turned the tv off sharpish.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard, isn't it? They've obviously got a long history of irking, or even annoying, a lot of people. But then there are one or two good songs... damn them.
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