Sometimes You Can't Make It on Your Own

  • Feb. 22nd, 2006 at 1:57 PM
lu: (Musical heaven)
Você acha que o show do dia 20...

Eu caguei pro show do dia 20!

I never, ever, thought that the show would've been half of what it was. I wouldn't be exaggerating in saying that it was probably one of the best shows of U2's career. Everyone (seventy three thousand people) knew how to sing along toevery single song. And I cried, and I cried, and I cried.

I'm sorry, but I can't really put down in words what happened at that stadium yesterday. My aching body and the certainty feeling that U2 is the best band in the world speak for themselves.

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As Bono himself said (in Portuguese): "Ontem nós cantamos ao vivo para todo o Brasil. Hoje é nossa festinha particular." ("Yesterday we played live on TV for all Brazilians. Today is our little private party.")


You like bowling, don't you, Montag?

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. If the government is inefficient, topheavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel like they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

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