50th & Park
I had ideas (the same irrational, fantastic ideas) of my waiting on the sidewalk in New York and seeing Bono and the guys up close and getting pictures and autographs. I had the day off (due to other reasons). I went. But when I got there, all I could do was take a picture of the hotel on the night from the other side of Park Avenue. That’s it. I didn’t have it in me to do anything else. I’m not sorry I didn’t. I didn’t want to become one of those people. I didn’t want to be that way. I think fandom does have a line and waiting outside on a cold New York sidewalk when they’re not even having a concert would have been crossing it… both for them and for me. I still need to respect myself in the morning. I love them. I don’t need to be a freak to show it. Not wearing their tour shirts and not buying every magazine with them on it doesn’t mean I love them any less. And I think the people who DO somehow love U2 less and themselves and their own fantasies of them in their heads more. It’s hard to explain.
Congratulations, guys. No one deserves it more. No one. Not ever.
Posted on March 16th, 2005 under Tunes • 
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