On Valentine’s Day

It’s raining on Valentine’s Day 2005 and I’m in love. Yes, in love. With four men. If I were the crying type, I would have been awash in tears Sunday night. They showed once again — to the last man– why they’re the best rock band ever. Bar none. Keep your Beatles, and Rolling Stones and Bruce Springsteens. Even your Clash and Led Zeppelin. Keep Radiohead and Coldplay, too. If I could only pick one to listen to for all time, it would be U2. A hundred times U2. And it’s not only the voice or the guitar or some song lyrics, or leather or hats or hair. It isn’t in how cool they are or how many CDs they sell. It’s all in their hearts and the fearless audacity they show when they march them out in front of the world… no matter what anyone thinks. They’re great because they’re good people, struggling to find their way and do the right thing in a world that’s only too ready to pull them down. They’re better because they choose to be who they are and not hide the flaws, and yet will not parade them around as some kind of justification for foolish actions. And all this shines through every note and word and ring in every song, instrumental, and speech. U2 is paydirt. U2 is gold. U2 isn’t perfect, they’re better than that. U2 is a gang of four men who have chosen to go the way of the hero.
For once, I don’t feel like any negativity tonight. And last night for once, I didn’t even really think of how hot I thought Bono looked in his leather pants. Was he wearing them? I didn’t notice. I only saw the light they walk in as they struggle and fight to stay on the narrow and straight and refuse to take the path of least resistance. They’re different. They’re the candle. Enjoy it while it lasts.
P.S. You may ask why after all that, I just have a Bono picture on here. I’m an addict, okay. Just because they’re awesome doesn’t mean I have to be.

