I Had No Idea
I’m on page 138 of the Michka Assayas book Bono in Conversation. I started reading it this morning. I had resisted for the longest time, claiming my busyness, the prevalence of U2 in my life. I was better off holding it until there was nothing to look forward to for a bit. So in this gap of time between Live 8 and Coldplay at the Tweeter, I ran out of excuses and it arrived as book number 3 of my current reading spree. But the whole foot dragging to read it actually had to do with part of me not wanting to read it. Firstly, there is just some information I don’t want to have. There is some “mysterious distance” I wanted to keep with my dream lover. It’s easier to admire from afar. There were some details I was afraid of seeing and I was afraid of any additional work I may have had to do in smoothing over an unsightly wrinkles that may appear.
I worried for no reason. It is absolutely extraordinary and it’s made me tearful in awe several times in just the past few hours since I started reading it. I left a friend’s house abruptly today just so I could get back to reading it. I haven’t called her yet to apologize. He rings true every time, even in the midst of his hyperbole, Irishisms, wordiness, and yes, even his hedging and resisting. When there’s a point to be made, he makes it. Humorous, sharp, poetic, articulate, fair, generous, brave. I’d be swooning if I weren’t in such awe.
Dear Bono, I used to think you were so hot. Now I know you’re so much more than that and I’m back to square one, but I like knowing you’re even better than I thought you were… as recently as 9AM this morning, I had only scratched the surface. I had no idea. If I should apologize for I don’t know what, take it as given. It was a gamble to let the world know what you think about things behind those D&G shades, and you think very well. P.S. I have not now nor have I ever been one of those people who feels that they know you via the music.

