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Saturday, May 11, 2019

#Zero the Hero. An Interview with Neil McCormick

Neil with Book and Promo Cover


The British Library in London is one of the largest libraries in the world, so what could be a better setting to meet Neil McCormick, whose first novel, #Zero, has just been published? The reading room is silent, however, with way too little privacy to hold a conversation, let alone an interview with the chief music critic of the UK broadsheet The Daily Telegraph. We decide to move to a hotel lounge, where the clink of bar glasses offers a suitable rock ’n’ roll setting.

McCormick will be familiar to followers of U2. In 2006, he was the author of the best-selling authorized biography U2 By U2, a review of the band’s formation and subsequent 30-year history. This was preceded in 2003 by another nonfiction work, a memoir of McCormick’s life as a (failed) pop star, known in the UK and Europe as I Was Bono’s Doppelganger and in the USA as Killing Bono. The latter title was retained for a film starring Ben Barnes as Neil and Robert Sheehan playing the role of his younger brother and bandmate Ivan (a founding member of Feedback in September 1976, before their metamorphosis into U2 by early 1978). Last year the book-turned-film found new success as a play in London, this time known as Chasing Bono.

McCormick has been a journalist for nearly all his adult life. Upon leaving school in 1978 — Mount Temple Comprehensive in Clontarf, where classmates included Bono — Neil joined the team at Ireland’s Hot Press music magazine, where he worked for several years before moving to England in 1983. There he combined the role of aspiring pop star (in conjunction with brother Ivan, he had formed Shook Up!) with that of freelance journalist. When the band broke up, he became a full-time writer. For five years starting in 1991, he was a contributing editor at GQ magazine in the UK before joining The Daily Telegraph in 1996.

McCormick has interviewed many people in the music business, and continues to attend and review concerts several times each week. In recent years he has also been the presenter of the Vintage TV program Neil McCormick’s Needle Time, interviewing many of his favorite musicians.

So following our podcast interview with Neil McCormick in 2017 that covered the genesis of #Zero, we’re here to discuss his critically acclaimed new novel, recently published via Unbound in the UK.

So Neil, why write a novel?

Like most writers, I have always wanted to write a novel. Books are at the heart of my life. I’ve defined myself as a reader ever since I was a small child, and I always thought I’d be an author someday, but I kind of allowed myself to be hijacked by all these other dreams of music and performing. I think in terms of stories, and I have started many novels over the years; this is just the first one I have finished! As a journalist, I write nonfiction essentially all of the time — and I’ve gotten pretty good at it over the years. I really enjoy it, and I enjoy being part of the conversation about music that is going on in the world, but in journalism you are always bound by the restraints of the factual. You can’t just make stuff up. That is the nonfiction challenge: to create narrative out of things that actually happened. But with fiction there are no limits at all, and writing with that sense of freedom has been incredibly rewarding and great fun.

I’ve been writing since I was a kid, and back in my band days I was working on a novel called The Cannibal Sheep-Eaters, an apocalyptic romantic comedy. It was the name of a made-up punk band in Ireland. I got quite far into that, but when you are young, I think you are still growing very fast, and writing a book takes a long time, and I had a feeling of constantly outgrowing the work. All the books I started fell by the wayside, and maybe I needed to mature and just slow down before I was ready to return to fiction.

The world of journalism has been very good to me, and I have made a good living from it. But I don’t define myself as a journalist. I write songs, poetry and fiction, for my own pleasure. I’ve scripted some short films and sold a screenplay in the mid-’90s that I was very proud of, but it never got made. Those are all tough places to make a living. I think it’s something like only one in 20 books make a profit. That’s not why you take on something like this. Writing a novel for me has been a long time coming, but it is a chance to try my hand at perhaps the highest form of the writer’s art.

You grew up in Dublin, and went to Mount Temple Comprehensive. Did you study the works of the great Irish writers such as Joyce, Yeats, Wilde, etc.?

I have read them all, but not in school. We didn’t study the Irish curriculum in that way; our reading list was actually more modern literature such as The Great Gatsby, 1984 and Lord Of The Rings. We did do a lot of Irish poetry, so I became very familiar with Yeats, who I read to this day, and you can certainly hear his influence in U2’s songs. I was a voracious reader all through my school days but unfortunately I was always a bit of a rebel, and didn’t particularly like to read what I was told to. I remember smuggling a copy of Spike Milligan’s Adolf Hitler: My Part In His Downfall into the classroom. I would stick it inside whatever book we were supposed to be reading but I was giggling so much it gave the game away, resulting in having that book confiscated for two weeks. Much to my frustration.

You describe novel writing as taking a long time. So how long did it take you to write #Zero?

It probably only took me a few weeks of actual writing … but spread over nearly 15 years. The procrastination-to-writing ratio was particularly bad with this one.

The book is set in the music business, which has changed so much in the last 10 years, especially with streaming and social media. Did that influence the content of the book?

Absolutely. In fact, that was driving me crazy. Things changed so rapidly that if I put the book down for a year to work on another thing, the next time I’d look at it everything would be out of date. When I started it, Myspace was a new thing, then virtually took over the music business, then disappeared without a trace. You write a draft in the age of CDs, then return to the draft and downloading has taken over. So you make changes to incorporate downloading, and suddenly everyone is streaming. But the constant thing at the center of the story is the corrosive power of fame, and the way that was changing actually fed into my narrative. Fame has always been a tough thing for individuals to cope with, but it’s probably worse now than it has ever been.

Examining fame was a big element of my memoir, although I was really looking at it from the point of view of not becoming famous. This is about fame from the inside. I started to dream this up as a follow-up to Bono’s Doppelganger back in 2003, and I wrote three chapters for my agent, none of which have survived to the finished draft. Then in 2004 I was asked to write the U2 biography, which was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I thought that would take a year, but actually it took two years. So when U2 By U2 was completed in mid-2006, I went back to the novel, but the internet was changing music and I realized I would have to rethink my story.

The trouble is, the internet was changing the face of journalism, too, and work demands became pretty intense. I really had to change the way I worked, and there was a period of several years where I was very absorbed by that. Like a lot of writers, I was a terrible procrastinator! But the internet demands speed, it demands instant reactions, and it is voracious for copy whilst simultaneously undermining the economics of journalism, so I focused on just getting the words on the page, becoming an instant responder. Write first; edit later.

I have become a very fast writer — I found processes that helped me really write with focus and intensity. Ultimately that has helped me so much in writing the book. But it took me a while to come back to it, and by then, of course, everything had changed again and I kind of had to start from scratch. I went back to completing the book in 2010, and stayed in a cottage in Wiltshire where there was no phone signal, and no internet, and no interruptions at all, and experienced a miraculous epiphany of writing and rapture — so much so that the book went through changes that I hadn’t planned on. I effectively completed the first draft of the book in isolation, writing like a demon, 80,000 words in two weeks. But even that is not the same as the book that is in the shops now. That version had my hero Zero operating in a meta-fictional world populated by real pop and rock stars. But therein lay another pitfall …

What happened?

Amy Winehouse was featured in the book, as one of many walk-on parts interacting with my lead character, Zero. I knew Amy a little bit, and I figured I could ask her permission. And after she died in 2011, I was confronted by the danger of fictionalizing real lives, and I just had to rethink that whole concept. I mean, she died from the very kind of things that haunt Zero — the intense glare of fame opening up fissures in unresolved emotional issues dating back to childhood. I saw her just a month or so before she died, and I really thought she was back, that she was going to make it. Such a talent, such a tragedy. Anyway, that necessitated another rewrite, which was actually to the benefit of the book, because I got to make up a whole galaxy of imaginary pop and rock stars, and I had so much fun doing that. So we’ve got a lairy Scottish diva called Amber Smack in there now

There are still a number of guest appearances by famous music stars who interact with Zero.

Just a smattering of superstars to give it a bit of a real-world spine. It’s a bit of an in joke really. It’s Bono, Elton John and Sting, because I get along with them all and I was confident they wouldn’t sue me!

Why did the novel take so long to appear?

The publishing world is slow. And to be honest, my agent struggled placing the book. Publishers seemed to like it but they were confused by it. I have been in meetings being asked, “What is the genre?” I have no idea. I mean, it’s a story. It’s funny. It’s emotional. It’s exciting. But I don’t know where you stack it in a book shop. So eventually, we went to Unbound, which has been great because they have an independent mentality and don’t concern themselves with genres. It means the author has to do a lot of crowd-funding to make the first edition happen, but that has been interesting; it puts you in a very close and symbiotic relationship with your readers.

The original title of the book wasn’t #Zero, as I understand?

Yes, that’s right. I called my book Motherless Child, but my editor didn’t like it, and said it came across as a book title that only women would read! I hate that distinction. I kind of think it is in the Nick Hornby vein, who is like a woman’s writer for men. I have actually been in meetings where publishers have said, “We think this is a man’s book, but the problem is men don’t read books.” To which the only possible response is, “I’m a man, and I read books!” How did books become divided by gender? It’s nuts.

Anyway, the theme of Zero being a Motherless Child is at the core of the story. There are so many rock stars who grew up without their mother being present. John Lennon and Paul McCartney famously, and Bono, too. Is that absence part of the equation of fame? Over the years Bono and I have talked about the “God-shaped hole,” as he calls it — the need for love to replace the unconditional mother love most of us just took for granted. But Zero is certainly not Bono, as you will know if you can get past the sweary, obnoxious, drug-taking opening chapter!

Bono did give me the title #Zero, though. When I wrote I Was Bono’s Doppelganger, the American publishers didn’t like having the word doppelganger in the title. They thought their readers wouldn’t understand it. It was Bono who suggested calling it Killing Bono. He said, “There’s a lot of people who would wear that T-shirt.” And my publishers loved it. So similarly, when I had the same problem with Motherless Child, I was actually in Dublin with Bono, on the set of a video. I mentioned this to him, and he said, “What is the name of your character?” When I told him, he said, “That’s it — Zero — that’s the name of your book.” And I thought to myself, well this is someone who knows a thing or two about titles, and so I went with it. I added the hashtag though. So he can’t take all the credit.

Did Bono help with any aspects in the book?

I was writing about a young pop superstar, and I was intrigued how such a person would be able to pay for things. Bono told me about the American Express Black that features in the book, which is a kind of rock-star credit card. Just talking to him and being around his world gave me a lot of ideas, but there was one particular conversation about one aspect of the story that actually went on to become a major element of the narrative. He has a very quick-fire mind; he is always a good person to talk to about creative things. And he has always been very supportive [of] my writing and was very encouraging about my taking on a novel. He knows he’s in it. I sent him the offending chapter, and we’re still friends, so I will take that as a sign of approval!

I think Bono could write a novel. What do you think?

I believe he is writing his autobiography and that will be great. But the art of writing a novel is different to that of a memoir. It’s a whole other area of narrative and character skills. His thing is actually poetry; his lyrics stand up on the page. He often writes in character — The Fly being a good example, this devilish character dispensing bad wisdom. My hero’s manager, Beasley, has a bit of The Fly about him.

Bono is a great writer, and we’ve known that for a long time. Back in the 1980s he would sometimes write a journalistic piece and sent them to me via fax to give him an editorial opinion. And I’d look at them and they were depressingly brilliant! I’d just have to admit he didn’t need to make any changes. Maybe correct his spelling! He could definitely have been a critic; he has a very perceptive way of looking into art.

But he would have been really dangerous if he ever went into advertising or marketing. He is a great phrase maker. Imagine Bono trying to sell you expensive gadgets instead of saving the world. It doesn’t bear thinking about. His phrase-making is so good that when he quotes famous writers such as Sam Shepherd, more often than not he misremembers the phrases and actually improves them! I hope he is getting on with his memoir as it will be utterly rich and fascinating. I don’t think he needs a ghostwriter. But I’m available to correct his spelling.

How difficult was it to write U2 By U2?

It wouldn’t describe it as difficult, although it was a challenge putting the historical narrative structure in place. The early stuff was easy for me to work on, as I had the advantage of being there! I used ATU2 a lot in my research. There is a fabulous amount of fan-based resources out there packed with day-to-day factual detail. Most bands don’t have this at all; probably only The Beatles and Bob Dylan have as much written about them. In addition, I carried out over 100 hours of interviews. One of the challenges was to construct a narrative, to get to the truth, by simply using the four voices of the band.

Actually, Neil, I noticed some anomalies in U2 By U2, such as Bono stating that he remembers his mother (who died in 1974) coming to his bedroom to tell him that Elvis had died (Presley died in 1977). Those quotes make a good story, but did you deliberately leave them in?

Does it say that? OK, I am going to claim I left it in deliberately. I did leave some anomalies in for the fun of it, but you’d think I would have spotted a ghost of Bono’s mother. From the start of the project, I wanted it to be first-person: It is actually an autobiography, not a biography. The book is called U2 By U2, and I thought it was important that it come from their perspective, their four voices, and also of then manager Paul McGuinness. But everybody remembers things differently. I came across many contradictions and if they were insurmountable then I would insist that it was so wrong that it didn’t happen and couldn’t be included.

Bono has a creative imagination, and he tells a story to dig out a bigger truth, but I frequently had to explain that he was misremembering the timeline of events. But in fact, the same kind of contradictions would come from all four members, so there is usually no definitive version of the truth, just subjective truths, and leaving them in actually helps form a multifaceted picture of events and how they subjectively shaped the band. At least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Writing the book was like conducting an orchestra of voices, and I had to ensure that the voices were balanced and it wasn’t all just Bono and Edge, who are the most talkative. Larry and Adam’s perspectives are just as valuable, and very unique. As time went on, and we got to the end, they became more and more involved and changed some of their contributions. Even when the book was on the printing press, I can remember band members saying they wanted to change something! And we did it, too. At the end, Bono said to me, “Now you know what it’s like to be a producer of our albums.”

You have been involved in the music industry and music journalism for almost 40 years. If you were 21 years old again, what advice would you give yourself?

Well, interestingly, I was recently at a reunion of the Mount Temple class of 1978, where all the men are getting grayer and balder and the women have mysteriously gone blond! Ali was there and Edge usually comes, but Bono doesn’t tend to come as he thinks it might disturb the balance. And really he was class of ’77; he just got kept back because he failed his Irish exams and became a member of our class. Which suited him because it meant he could stay in school and practice with U2.

Anyway, we were sitting around a table late at night, and I remember someone saying, “What advice you would give to your teenage self?” And there was a kind of ruminative silence as we all thought about this weighty question. Finally, I piped up with: “Join U2!” To much laughter, it must be said. The only problem with that is I fancied myself as a singer, so we’d have had to kick Bono out. It doesn’t bear thinking about.

If I was really to give advice to my 21-year-old self, I might have said, “Calm down!” I was in a big hurry to get on with life. I grew up to become a writer, a newspaper columnist, a musician who released albums. I have had a play and a film and a TV show. I don’t know if my younger self would have been satisfied with that though. I was bent on superstardom. But this is my life and I wouldn’t have changed much.

It might have been nice to have had a more substantial music career. Would it have made me happier? Who knows? It is good to get validation for your art, and to be able to explore the most creative parts of yourself. But I have written this book about a character who achieves enormous fame, fortune and success and it tears him apart.

Success can destroy some people — and may have done so to me, to be honest. I was a bit too wild, too ready to indulge in reckless behavior. In U2, I think the friendship and religious faith has been so important in helping keep the ship steady. There was nothing particularly steady about my younger self. So yes, keep calm and don’t panic! That’s good advice for any young person venturing into the world.

#Zero by Neil McCormick is out now and available from all booksellers, Amazon US, Amazon UK and Unbound.

Neil McCormick links:

The Daily Telegraph profile

Twitter: @neil_mccormick

 Neil & Ivan McCormick at Zero Launch party

Neil McCormick and his brother Ivan (original member of Feedback in 1976) performing “Don’t Be Afraid” from the soundtrack of the book at the #Zero launch party.

(c) Govern/@U2, 2019

www.atu2.com

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

"Killing Bono" Set


Hot Press has been on the set of 'Killing Bono' – the Irish musical comedy film loosely based on former Hot Press writer Neil McCormick’s hilarious 2004 memoir, 'I Was Bono’s Doppleganger'.

The €3million film, which is funded by Northern Ireland Screen with help from Invest NI, is being directed by Nick Hamm, and stars Ben Barnes, Robert Sheehan, Pete Postlethwaite and Krysten Ritter.

Speaking to Hot Press writer Olaf Tyaransen, Nick Hamm – whose previous credits include The Hole (the acclaimed 2001 psychological thriller, which featured Keira Knightley) explained: “We’ve been shooting for just over four weeks now and it’s gone incredibly well. We expect to wrap on February 19th.”

A lifelong U2 fan, Hamm snapped up the movie rights to 'I Was Bono’s Doppleganger' as soon as the book came out. McCormick went to Mount Temple Comprehensive with U2 and the book tells the story of McCormick’s own ultimately fruitless pursuit of rock stardom, contrasting it with the stratospheric success of his famous friends.

“I bought the rights to the book as soon as it came out, and I’ve been working on this film for more than five years,” Hamm explains. “It took a long time, though, to get the script right because different script writers saw different things in the book, and different ways of telling the story.

“It’s a hard story to tell,” he adds. “The challenge is to find a way to balance the comedy and the emotion. Ultimately, I used the book as a kind of source material. I didn’t tell the story of the book because the book is a series of incidents, and that wouldn’t make a movie.”

Given that McCormick is a former alumnus of Hot Press, the magazine inevitably features in the movie.. “Yeah, it’s very important to me to have Hot Press involved in the whole thing,” Hamm says. “Hot Press was a very big part of that whole genesis of Irish music. It’s a seminal magazine and newspaper, that’s been world renowned, and it’s very important for us, and the movie, to have that authenticity and give the movie that sense of veracity.”

Although U2 have no financial stake in the production, the band have granted permission for two of their songs to be used. The film will also feature original music from Castledawson singer/songwriter Joe Echo aka Ciaran Gribben.

Prince Caspian star Ben Barnes (who plays Neil McCormick) performs Echo’s songs onscreen. “He is absolutely an astounding man, a wonderful musician, and a brilliant composer,” says Barnes of Gribben. “And he wrote these brilliant songs – we used quite a lot of his lyrics. He’s got these very quirky, quite cool lyrics. He writes these songs about rape, and weird things, but makes them into pop songs.

“And so we’re using some of Neil’s lyrics, but I think it’s mostly original music by Joe Echo,” he adds. “Because it should be something fresh and new as well, with that eighties feel, but still a new album. It’s something that should go along with the film. It should be a new soundtrack.”

Killing Bono finishes shooting this week.



source:www.hotpress.com//pics:www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Killing-Bono

Monday, December 28, 2009

Robert Hilburn Reflects on U2


The people from @U2 have made a great interview to Robert Hilburn, author of the book:
Corn Flakes with John Lennon And Other Tales from a Rock N' Roll Life. Robert Hilburn was an influential music editor and critic for the Los Angeles Times from 1970 — 2005. He ´s made many interviews to U2 throughout the years and the prologue to his first book was written by Bono.

Here are some excerpts:

TK: Bono wrote a wonderful introduction for you in this book. Tell me about how he was chosen for the job.

RH: I was so touched by what Bono wrote. I asked him to write the introduction because I have probably spent more hours talking to him about music as just about any other artist I’ve ever written about — not only hours during interviews but in wonderful “talks” after the formal interviews were over. I also was impressed by how eloquent he was in giving induction speeches for such artists as Bruce Springsteen and Bob Marley at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame dinners.


TK: Looking back on their entire catalog, what do you think is U2's strongest album? Why?

RH: I hate to say The Joshua Tree because it was so long ago — and the band has done so much great work since then. But Joshua Tree was the moment where everything came together for the band — the kind of explosion of heart and head and spirit that only happens once in a career. The Joshua Tree simply has the most memorable songs. As Bono has said, it truly feels that God is walking through the room when U2 performs “Where the Streets Have No Name,” and “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” is as compelling an anthem. At the same time, look at the other great songs — and the range of emotions involved: “With or Without You” and “Bullet the Blue Sky” and “Running to Stand Still.” Those are simply art of the highest order.

© @U2/Kokkoris, 2009.


To read the whole interview, click here

To read a review of the book, click here


source:www.atu2.com

Monday, November 16, 2009

Fan lag


The U2 guys must be resting in a luxurious place or relaxing at home after so much work in this monumental gig...But have you noticed something like...restlessness? We don´t find many pieces of news about The Claw (I wonder where it is resting), the next show or their guest appearance here ,there or everywhere.
First we had to wait for an album almost 4 years , as from the last months of last year, we had the feeling that it was coming...and there it was a great album, moving, spiritual, yet funky and fun too.Yes I´m talking about NLOTH, what else? We had an album with celebration of life as it is, joyful, painful…death as part of the life cycle… about love and relations,music and joy, starting all over again and second chances, memories...and the future (Will it need a big kiss?)

Later followed by one of the most (if not THE) monumental tours ever! We ran from Dublin to Los Angeles, from Rome to Raleigh, from Berlin to New York...still waiting to go further south the globe!
U2 had time to be in celebrations, TV and radio programmes, newspapers and I presume in Baptisms and Bar Mitzvas... and there we were too!!! A pic, a vid, a signature, a touch , a glimpse... Jeez!!! We are going to rest for a while too!!

But silence is deafening and fan lag could be torturing...until next leg in ...May 2010????
Meanwhile we can fool around in the net with Bono, Edge, Adam and Larry...

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

My U2 (Musical) Journey



People don’t even ask me whom my favourite band is anymore … they know the answer already … it’s U2 of course. Whenever one of their songs play on the radio, one of my friends or family either call or send me a text message to say, ‘your Boys are playing on the radio, are you listening?’ And the answer would most often be, ‘of course I’m listening!’

How is it that an Irish rock band conquered my heart? Well … there is not really an interesting story attached to my fascination with these 4 gifted men … to be perfectly honest, up to about 3 years ago, the names Bono, Larry, Adam & Edge = U2, rock band hailing from Dublin, Ireland. Although I didn’t know too much about them, I loved hearing their songs on the radio. ‘With or without you’ were THE song that attracted me to U2 … the haunting intro notes always render me helpless when I hear it … and the live version of this song … it’s like being transported and elevated to a spiritual place.

I first started taking serious notice of the 4 Irishmen back in late 2001 when my daughter gave me the ‘All that you can’t leave behind’ album as a present – obviously I skipped the tracks I didn’t know and only listened to the known ones … it was only many months later when I discovered the stunning beauty of ‘Kite’ and the incredible drumbeat and guitar riff of the chorus of ‘New York’ … rather late than never, I maintain … and that was the start.

I bought ‘How to dismantle an atomic bomb’ in 2005, and once again, the songs that weren’t released as singles in South Africa, notably ‘City of blinding lights’ soon became my favourite song off the album. ‘Sometimes you can’t make it on your own’ has a very special place in my heart, because in 2003, my father passed away very unexpectedly, and I finally found a song that could voice the emptiness I feel whenever I think of my father.

On Christmas Eve 2004, one of our TV stations aired ‘U2 Go Home – Live from Slane Castle (2001)’ and I stayed up way past midnight to watch this spectacular, and yet intimate live show recorded a week after Bono’s father’s passing away. That was it … I had to get a copy of the DVD & after weeks of hounding and pestering our CD shops, I finally managed to lay my hands on a copy … and I might add, from all the concert DVD’s I have, ‘Live at Slane Castle’ is still my favourite live performance. There is something so … spiritual (for the lack of a better word) about the band’s performance in front of their home crowd … from the moment the band comes on stage, you just KNOW it was going to be a performance like you’ve never seen before … and in my humble (and personal) opinion … I don’t think the band could ever equal that day … that concert in their own territory.

Ensuring the band has a good source of income from a fan in the southern tip of Africa, I have since spent so much money on CD’s & DVD’s … and I guess some people would see it as a complete waste, but not to me … their music is what makes MY heart happy … and in the end that’s all that matters, not so?

I became fascinated with the band’s earlier music after buying the ‘Rattle and Hum’ DVD … and because of this, I’ve discovered my own and U2’s stories … and what a (musical) journey it is! The R&H era completely captivated me, and I think I still ‘prefer’ Bono and the ‘Boys’ from this era, way before all the glamour and glitz took over and capitulated them into super stardom. I love the performance footage of the band touring the US, but my favourite is the off-the-record chats the producer has with them … and I smile every time when I see Larry, trying so hard to remain serious, how the movie, in his opinion, was ‘a musical journey’ – the look on his face … priceless!

I became somewhat of a U2 ‘fundi’ (according to those who know me) and for my birthday in 2007, my children clubbed together and bought me what I refer to as ‘The U2 Bible’ – I refer to ‘U2 By U2’ of course … one of the BEST presents I could ever get from anyone! THE BOOK (as a e-mail friend &I call it) is such a rich discovery of the band, the individual members and their story with its humble beginnings. I can highly recommend it to anyone who’s a fan or to those curious to know HOW U2 has managed to get to the top and are still hailed as ‘the best band in the world’ … you will not be disappointed, I can guarantee that!

I got U2’s very first album, ‘Boy’ as an early Christmas present (in October!) from my youngest daughter, and when I listened to it for the very first time, I was amazed to discover that, even back in 1980, U2 had absolutely everything to make it to the top … and boy, did they ever!

My e-mail friend sent me a link to YouTube a few months ago, and did that video change my live … I’m referring to U2’s outstanding live performance on Sat, 13th July 1985 at Wembley Stadium when they did their bit for Sir Bob Geldof’s ‘Live Aid’. Those few minutes are etched into my heart and memory forever … the version of ‘Bad’ (where Bono did his ‘leap of faith’ and disappeared from stage for a few minutes to hug a girl from the audience) is my all-time favourite version of the song. I don’t think any performance, or any song for that matter, has touched me as deeply as this one … and to think the rest of the band wanted to fire Bono for his efforts!

I subsequently have in my current U2 collection:

Vertigo – Live in Chicago 2005
U2 go home – Live from Slane Castle
Rattle and Hum
The Elevation Tour – Live from Boston 2001
The U2 18 Singles DVD
How to dismantle an atomic bomb (limited edition DVD)
U2 – The best of 1990 – 2000 music videos DVD
PopMart

All that you can’t leave behind
How to dismantle an atomic bomb
The Joshua Tree
Achtung Baby
U2 – The greatest hits 1980 – 1990
U2 – The greatest hits 1990 – 2000
U218 Singles
U2 Live – Under a blood red sky
War
The unforgettable fire
Boy


What makes U2 so special to me? Well … let’s see … I will try sum it up in a few words …

Bono – for his masterful lyrics, telling a story and conveying emotions so well … his voice that transports me to another place …for closing the gap between performer and audience … for his amazing work in Africa, for fighting for justice and equality … for being so human … and the beautiful soul he is … and not apologising for it.

Adam – the bassist wearing an enigmatic smile when performing. To me he is a Zen master … he’s discovered the secret of the Universe and is NOT sharing … for making me notice how powerful and important the bass is in any song ... for giving me the courage to understand a simple truth … live does get better the older you are!

Edge – or shall I say, ‘Mr. The Edge’ – the man who has defined the unique U2 guitar sound … for being so grounded and humble … for giving his all when recording and performing … for making me want to get up and dance … for just being the best damn guitarist out there today!

Larry – what do I say about the man who started it all? I don’t think Larry ever realised just how HUGE ‘his band’ would become when he put up a piece of paper on the school notice board all those years ago. The strong, silent one … the glue that keeps the band together … the ‘brakes’ of the band as Bono is so fond of saying. To me he is the ‘X’ factor … the unknown one … the man who prefers staying behind the scenes ... the man who stirs my imagination when I see his eyes …

THANK YOU Larry, for taking that step, because if you didn’t … the world wouldn’t have had U2 and the music in their lives … and what a sad state of affairs it would be!


With word that U2 will not be releasing their long-awaited new album in October as previously announced (it’s provisionally been moved to Feb ’09), I’m eagerly awaiting the new songs from my favourite band. I know the wait will be worth it … and if what I’ve read on other U2 fan sites are true, then we can only expect the very best from them … as Bono once said in an interview, “we know who pays our salaries” … and that is a humble admission … thank you Bono!

I look forward ‘swaying to the music’ once again when the world hears the magic that would surely never fade into oblivion.

I would like to extend an open invitation to Bono, Larry, Adam and Edge to visit our fair shores when U2 goes on a world tour in 2009 … I know you’ve been here in 1997 (with PopMart) but guys, please … your fans here in South Africa would LOVE to see you perform here again … we will welcome you with open arms & make you feel right at home … I would even go so far as saying that Nelson (Madiba) Mandela & Archbishop Desmond Tutu (The Arch) would applaud your return … this time not to find a solution to the world AIDS crises … but to give us something to hold onto … a night we’d never forget.

PLEASE SAY YES!

Thursday, June 26, 2008



JOURNEY OF HOPE



Equality has never been so strong a word
Since your arrival in this fucked-up world
Reminder of other’s pain, the needless sorrow
Nations humbled, forced to steal, beg and borrow
A promise today of better times to come
If we stand together, when we unite as one.

Never too late to take on a task
To finally free us from the past
Many words spoken, promises given
A chance for others to go on living
Children’s sweet laughter, no more tears
Death and hunger … no more a mother’s fears.

A rock star’s loud and insistent song
Carry a message, enough! It’s been too long
Why then, in a world with so much
Do we turn away; ignore our neighbour’s touch?
Let go of ignorance, ego and stupid fear,
Remember the message; let your voice be clear.

African continent his work of choice
Giving the sick, hungry and poor his unmistakable voice
The journey long, its just begun
Remember the ancient truth … we are all ONE
A man of wisdom, a man with soul
Everyone equal … his only goal.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

CHANGES OF TIME - CHAPTERS 1-3


CHAPTER 1

Dublin – 1978
Sarah looked at the young man in front of her. He wasslumped in a chair, his hair sweat soaked from an energetic performance a short while ago. He wasn’t exactly attractive in the true sense of the word. There was a raw sensuality permeating from him, an air that sucked you in if you were not careful. His nose was a little too big for his face, but the one feature that did stand out, was his pale blue eyes. They were intense and much too focussed for someone just 18yrs of age. His fingers played through his hair, a mannerism that will intensify over the years, especially while performing.

“I’m telling you for the last time, do not trust Bryan Morrison” she said, her hands in fists on the table in front of her as she tried to get her point across.

The young man grinned and folded his arms across his chest. “And why not? He’s offered us a record deal, that’s more than anyone has ever done for us.”
His voice was distinct with the slight Irish brogue. His voice would become well known in the future; not just for singing songs, but also giving speeches in front of political audiences.

Sarah felt anger slowly build, and tried to remain calm. She just had to talk some sense into his thick head. She just had to. If only he’d listen. If only he wasn’t so bloody pigheaded!

“All I’m saying to you is this. Bryan Morrison offered you the deal but he’s going to withdraw. Don’t be hasty. Your time will come. A man that goes by the name of The Captain will …”

He sat forward, his eyes intently on her. “Who the fuck is The Captain? All that matters to the band and me is that we’re finally getting the chance to go into the recording studio. Our only priority is to record an album and start paying off our bills that are heaping up.”

Sarah heard the words, and wished she could knock some sense into him. Why does he have to be so stubborn? She knew the answer to that question of course; it will help him tremendously in the future when he’ll tackle moral issues and bring it to the attention of the free world and their leaders.

“What makes you so sure about Bryan Morrison?” he asked and sat forward eagerly, waiting for her to answer.

Sarah sighed softly and looked around the crowded room, noticing the other 3 young men of the band. How did she answer his question? And most importantly, would he believe her?

“He offered you a three thousand pound deal right?” she asked. When he nodded, she continued, “Just before your departure to London, he’s going to cut that offer to fifteen hundred. In the long run, that means you would’ve sold your publishing rights for a pittance for next twenty-odd years. The deal is shite and you know it. He’s gonna do this because he knows you’ve already booked the tour and wouldn’t be able to withdraw.”

He looked at her, a stunned expression on his face. He was curious about the woman in front of him and what she had to say. “Bastard!” The word was loud enough for her to hear above the noise around them. He looked at her, a slight blush on his face, “I’m sorry, the word just slipped out.”

There was a worried frown on his face, and for a moment, she wanted to reach out and tell him everything. But she couldn’t. She was bound by an oath to guide and assist, but not to change destiny; it was forbidden. Everyone was in charge of their own destiny … as was the young man in front of her. He was so young, and so passionate, the world beckoning, and she knew what was ahead for him.

His eyes searched hers, “what do we do now?” he asked, his voice intense. “I mean, if this is true what you just told me … we’ll be screwed. There’s no one else that would offer us another deal, not now.”

Sarah had a knowing smile on her lips as she nodded slowly, “it will all work out, you’ll see. You will find a way. And don’t forget a man by the name of The Captain. He will cross your path very soon.” More than that, she couldn’t say. She just had to trust that the man in front of her would heed her words and follow his instincts.

The woman sitting opposite him intrigued him immensely. There was something about her that just felt … different, and yet he trusted her for some reason. He quickly took in her features. Her hair was slightly curly and a rich dark chocolate colour. It was fastened with a bow low in her neck, and accentuated her sea green eyes. A pert nose with a scattering of freckles made her look much younger than her actual age. Her lips were a dark shade of dusty pink, and when she smiled, he noticed perfect white teeth.

She got up and smiled apologetically, “I have to go, it’s getting late.”

“Why don’t you stay a little while longer? I’ll buy you a drink” he invited and smiled at her.

She shook her head, “maybe some other time. I really have to go.” Just before she left, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes on him, “and you shouldn’t be drinking anyway. You’re barely the drinking age anyway.” Before he could utter another word, she turned around and quickly made for the exit close by.

When he realised that she left, he got up quickly and made for the door she disappeared through. He stepped outside and looked around. She was nowhere to be seen. ‘Impossible’ he thought and walked a few paces up the narrow street to where it crosses a busy road. He noticed parked cars and a few people strolling by, but no sight of the strange woman. ‘Shite! I don’t even know her name …’

He pushed all thoughts of her from his mind as he made his way back into the club. He had to find the rest of the band and tell them about the mysterious woman. It didn’t enter his mind how he was going to explain to them what she told him. The only important thing was to have a plan B in place should her warning be true.

Sarah sighed with relief when she stepped back into the brightly lit room. For a moment she thought the young man was going to follow her, but she made her hasty escape just in time. He cannot discover the truth.

She closed the book with a soft sigh and walked to the windows dominating the room. She let her eyes roam the surrounding landscape and noted the wind moving through the tall fir trees. She shivered involuntary as clouds passed in front of a pale moon, dunking the landscape in darkness. She thought back about her encounter with the young man in Dublin a few minutes ago. She smiled as she recalled his cockiness, the self-assured air surrounding him as he looked at her with those hypnotic blue eyes. The hint of a smile when he offered her a drink … this man is going to have the female hearts of all ages aflutter with his charm.

“Oh Bono … there’s so much install for you … I wonder if you realise just what an important man you’ll become one day. There’s so much for you to do …” Sarah’s voice was a soft whisper as she spoke, and she could only pray that he’ll stand strong to face whatever was on his path. She turned around when she heard the soft chimes of the clock against the wall, and glanced at the calendar on her desk in passing. It was Saturday, 19th June, and the year was 2007.


CHAPTER 2


Sarah had to tell everything to her dearest friend, her soul sister that lived thousands of miles from her, and being so faraway was yet so close. She sat at her laptop and logged in to her now extremely familiar contact in her email base. Luckily, Ariana was on, so they started chatting.

Sarah says: hey, Ari, are u there?
Seconds later…
Ariana says: Yep, hiya!!!
Sarah says: I saw them!!!!!
Ariana says: What???!!!!!
Sarah says: Dublin, performing at Nucleus, a club at Raheny and they were still The Hype…
Ariana says: Thought you were going to wait for me!!!!
Sarah says: Yes... but I had this calling…
Ariana says: I know … I’m pissed all the same!
Sarah says: Silly! You must come soon…
Ariana says: I’ve already had the ticket…
Sarah says: So when?
Ariana says: Tomorrow…
Sarah says: Great!! What time shall I meet you?
Ariana says: 10am, Dublin time.

Sarah and Ariana had met in a U2 fans base in the net. Both were fanfic writers and between them a special bond had grown through the wire…soon they discovered they were “cosmic twins”, “soul sisters” as they shared likes, music, readings, even their past stories were similar! They lived one on each part of the world, separated by thousands of miles literally, but they had never had a so close relationship. Through the net, they laughed, cried, had fun and shared their happiness and sorrows…Sarah loved the early mornings and Ariana adored the late nights, which was all so convenient for the time difference, so they chatted on a daily basis.

Sarah had always thought of moving to Ireland, the place of her dreams, the place where her true self was going to bloom. With the encouragement of Ariana, she took the decision and early this year she had made the great move. Truthfully, she was not leaving much behind in her home country, but she felt a melancholy of things past that would only subside when she reached the emerald country.

She felt she belonged there from the moment the airplane rested its wheels on the runway. The river Liffey attracted her like no other sighting and the first outing she took was to the bridges across the river, which told the story of Dublin itself, from the earliest crossing in medieval times to the most recent additions. The city of Dublin was defined by its bridges through times; the city’s spirit was in its river. Of course, she went to U2´s first studios in Windmill Lane and left a memory on the U2 wall; she left the visit to the Hanover studios for Ariana’s coming. She immediately communicated with her friend faraway to let her know her feelings and thoughts while she was walking through her beloved dream city.

It was when they were sharing their visions on THE BOOK (their idols´ biography book) that it happened. First, it happened to Ariana and she was not sure how to express it to Sarah. She had opened the book randomly and started reading, but then she, thought, fell asleep and had a dream; in her dream, Ariana was in Dublin in the past when Bono and his friends were not famous but just four lads trying to have a good time and make a little money if possible. The dream was so real that she woke up with the sense of having walked the street they had walked. Strangely enough, she realized she had never closed her eyes…

When she told Sarah, she was flabbergasted to hear on the phone her friend had had a similar experience when she was reading THE BOOK. They wondered for days and days what that had meant as they knew it had not been a dream. But they didn’t experiment it again for months.

One day Sarah had a dream (was it a dream?) where she was revealed some truths…A petite lady, looking like a gypsy, talked to her with crystal clear voice that gave her trust and hope.

“You’re privileged, Sarah, and you know it…”

“Who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am, but what you and your friend have to do…”

Sarah didn’t know what to think but she knew she had to pay attention to this gypsy-like woman. She realized that by just looking at her she knew things.
The woman’s voice was soft as she spoke; trying to explain as plainly as she could in the hopes that Sarah’d understand the grandeur of their mission.

“Don’t be afraid of your journey ahead. All will become clear.” She told Sarah and added, “I helped Bono in a way, and now it’s your turn to help the band in the best way you could. But beware, you must not change destiny… Everyone was in charge of their own destiny.”

Sarah understood. The strange woman went on,
“You and your friend must swear you would assist but not change their destinies…”

“But how would we know what to do?” Sarah was desperately to know.

“You will, trust me. THE BOOK will help you and I’ll be watching you too…”

“But we don’t know anything about you, who are you?”

“Storm, the healer…and now I must go. We’ll meet again.”

Sarah woke up with a start. It was 6 am in the morning but she knew she had to tell all this to her friend. She logged in and Ariana was not on-line, of course, in her country, it was 9 am, time for work. She sent her an urgent mail as she knew she was going to check her mails in the office…


CHAPTER 3


Sarah felt disturbed by the dream she had of the strange woman. Who was she and how had she helped Bono? This whole thing was getting very weird … but intriguing. Ariana and herself could never resist the temptation of unravelling something that was out of the ordinary. She logged into her email to send Ariana an urgent message:

Ari,

Go to MSN the second you get this mail … it’s urgent ok? I HAVE to talk to you!

Sarah xx


She tried to occupy her thoughts with something else to pass the time while she waited for Ariana. She opened the latest fiction she was busy with and contemplated typing a few lines. She gave up after a few false attempts, her thoughts scattered about her and Ariana’s important ‘mission’. Just then, she heard a soft peep, indicating that her friend was online.

Ariana: I’m here!!! What is so urgent? Are you ok?

Sarah: I’m fine. Ari ,,, something happened, I had another dream …I think.

Ariana: Tell me … sounds serious.

Sarah: I had this gypsy looking woman, Storm, telling me about our important mission.
She said we must help the band … and we cannot change their destinies. She said
we’ll know what to do & that she’ll be watching … Ari, what the f*ck is going on??!

Ariana: Mmmm … how will we know what to do? Did she say anything about that?

Sarah: She said THE BOOK will help us … jeez … since when did we get chosen for
something we have no clue about??

Ariana: I guess because maybe we understand them a little … and because we care so
much. We sense things about them …

Sarah: You’re not really helping here you know! Yeah, so we love U2’s
music and we think Bono’s the best thing that ever happened to
music, but surely there must be others better qualified for this??

Ariana: I don’t think it’s got anything to do with qualifications at all here my friend. I
dunno what it is … but we must’ve done something right … whatever that is! Sit
tight, my flight leaves tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow morning 10.00am Dublin
time.

Sarah: Hurry up and get yourself here! At least we’re in this together. I think I’ll do a bit
of investigation while I wait for you. Will let you know if anything comes up – keep
your cellphone on! Safe trip & can’t wait to see you!!

Hugs from Dublin … we’re waiting for you!! Xxxx

Ariana: Don’t do anything stupid Sarah … be careful ok? I’ll see you
tomorrow morning … keep the wine ready. Xx


Sarah felt much better after speaking to her trusted friend. She knew she’d feel better after Ari’s level-headed approach to things. She couldn’t wait to see her friend again. She had a feeling that things were going to change drastically for them once Ariana was there in Dublin with her. She glanced at THE BOOK on her way to the kitchen to make a pot of tea … it was going to be a long day. After pouring herself a big mug of tea, she picked up THE BOOK, and started paging through it. She’d read it a few times, and still found it fascinating and fresh every time she read it.

An hour later, she put THE BOOK down and decided to go for a walk along the river Liffey, the mass of water that always brought calm when her spirit was restless. She grabbed her coat and started her walk, her eyes scanning the surface of the water. There weren’t many people about this time of the morning; everyone that held a regular job, was already at the office. Her mind was miles away, thinking about her and Ariana’s friendship that developed so strongly, and of course their favourite band. She smiled as she recalled her and Ari’s ravings about their music and lyrics, and how excited they’d get when they could share with the other a new discovery about Bono, Larry, Edge and Adam.

When she became aware of her surroundings, Sarah recognised where she was almost immediately. She was only a block away from Nucleus, a club at Raheny where a very young Bono and friends appeared the previous night. Her heart beating a little faster, she retraced her steps from the previous night and walked down a one-way alley. She came to a stop in front of an old derelict building that had seen better days. Dirty paint peeled from the walls, and the heavy wooden door had deep gashes etched onto it, the handiwork of hoodlums with nothing better to do. She could just make out the name of the club above the door, obscured by an awning. Her eye caught an old poster, framed, and hung up against the wall: ‘LIVE!! See new group ‘The Hype’ perform at our venue. One night only! Date: 25th July 1978.’ Even though she was there the previous night and spoke to Bono, she experienced an eerie feeling of surprise. There was no mistake; she was there and she did speak to Bono about something important. She shivered involuntary and thrust her hands deeper into her pockets. With a last glimpse at the poster, Sarah turned around swiftly and hurried away, “Hurry up Ari … I need you. I can’t do this on my own!”

Bono Vox of O’Connell Street was sitting in a café, enjoying a cup of coffee. He recalled his encounter with the woman the previous night at Nucleus, and for the hundredth time wondered about her. He was puzzled. How did she know he’d just turn 18 a few weeks ago? And how did she know about Bryan Morrison? But most importantly, who was she? She clearly didn’t fit in with the rest of the crowd in the club; she looked too classy for a joint like Nucleus. She was definitely older than the average women in the club, and he felt flattered that she singled him out. ‘Yeah sure, she was interested in picking up someone … you keep telling yourself that my friend.’ Irritated with his train of thought, he paid for his coffee and headed for the door. He harboured the false hope that he might bump into her in the streets. Humming under his breath, he left the café in a hurry.

Sarah woke up with a start, and immediately felt the hammering of her heart against her chest. She took deep breaths and tried to recall her dream. She and Ariana were together in what reminded her of a maze. Everywhere she looked, she could see little signboards sticking out, all named after U2 songs. She showed Ariana the signs and felt overwhelmed at what they were embarking on. What if they failed in their mission? What if, for some reason, they give the wrong advice or guidance? What happened then? As if their eyes were guided to a certain point, they both looked at a signboard, a little obscured from view. When they walked a little closer, the name seemed to mock them, and Sarah felt helpless at someone’s weird sense of humour. The signboard read; ‘I Will Follow.’

Follow where? Follow what? Follow whom? ‘F*cking great … innit??’