Everybody has something to offer. To bring to the table. Even Bono. I begrudgingly admit. I just decuded to put on Boy the only U2 vinyl record in my collection. Why? Because I felt like listening to it. It's a record I like.
Halfway through the intro to I Will Follow something strange happened to me . I had an Uncontrollable Urge. My left arm surged skywards. Involuntarily. The kind of thing which happened to unsuspecting, perfectly decent Germans in large crowds in the Nineteen Thirties.Sometimes surrender is the only response.
I like Boy. It's a record that captures a certain moment in adolesnce and that was exactly what U2 were going back. Think back. I can remmber my first cigarettes, The way they burned across my lungs. The strange hair sprouting.
Boy charts this territiry.Quite knowingly. The strangeness of those years. The pain. the freedom. I think it's a wonderful record. It's just slightly regrettable what came next
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