Father always warned me against dreams, because dreams lead to disappointments. Here, of course, my megalomania: the father was afraid of big ideas, and I just them and are interested in.I was born in the suburbs
. What did I know about life? My I was boring. Even where I grew up, I always slept not at home - I just have a passion for travel. It is not the desire to learn and there's no way to write a new song, but something much more selfish. I like to call it intellectual curiosity, but maybe I'm just a voyeur Amateur. My insatiable eyes.
Violence in the suburbs is a result of their ugliness. In Ireland in the seventies, many areas were built by corrupt builders. They are not laid plans of infrastructure and decorative elements. They Sani Dublin. And a generation later the violence returned to him. Because of such schemes of development, as for example in Tallaha, 27 thousand boys, from twelve to eighteen years, every night running around the streets. A whole army. People simply had nowhere to go.
My brotherworking for the national airline, found that can cheaply buy airplane food. He brought these Packed Lunches and had filled the fridge. I ate them, coming home from school. The school was near the airport, and when they decided to enter Lunches, began to buy them at the airport. So for lunch I eat the same crappy food for passengers. This was enough for now I would only eat in expensive restaurants.
In his boyhood all constantly think about death, and I here is no exception. I am very suffered, didn't know who I am and where. But with age I have become intolerant to such thoughts. I was hard when Michael (Hutchens, friend Bono. - Esquire) committed suicide, because I know how people can climb into a black hole and never get out. The more he tries, the more it becomes a hole. I often think: Lord, if he waited half an hour, and despair retreated, he would be still here. But looking at people who are struggling for food and air in Africa who beg for life, I'm angry at the thought of those who throw this life.
I thinkthat obsession with youth is a relic of the sixties. Some die at the age of seventeen and postpone the funeral until then, until they're seventy-seven. I see a lot of dead young people and a lot of living of the elderly.
In our area flourished alcoholism, people were constantly to be found in pubs. We were young, arrogant, and we didn't want to go this way. Drinking is a trap, so we didn't drink. We watched Monty Python, invented his own language, called each other fictitious names and unusually dressed.
Lack of pity to yourself is one of the qualities that I would like to have. Most of it amazes me people.
During our first tour in the USA we played in clubs for sixty or seventy people. The dance floor was empty. I left the stage, sat down at the tables to the audience, drank from their glasses and kissed their girls. It was fun. I liked to blend in with the room.
Many Americans I will agree that America is built on blood. And the blood still cries from her land. The people who have made America their New Light, acquired bad karma, brutally speaking with the local population and culture. But Visaginas on the American coast, they held fast to the idea of equality. The violence, which was laid a path to equality, is scandalous, but the idea has not become worse. The idea itself is clean, the place where it is carried out.
I would like lead the life you would call religious. But I'm a bad advertisement for God.
Many years ago
my friend was going to marry, but was stranded as I did. But somehow I knew that one way or the other, God knows how I will be able to pay for his wedding. I was like a child who feels that all his prayer will be heard. In his childish naivety I thought: "you Know, on the box of cereal written about the contest where you can win a car. Should I just cut and send a picture. I'm definitely going to win the car and give to another." Anyway, I did not participate in the competition, and your wedding day is approaching. Then I thought that I will win money at the races. This weekend took place the Grand national is the biggest horse race in Ireland.
I said to myself: "that's it! Now I need a tip". A race day I was sitting in the bar of the Swan and Print in Cork and thought that there was only fifteen minutes, and I don't know where to put. Then from the restroom came a hobo, a strange type with the dog, and gave me a tip. Unfortunately, I forgot the name of the horse, something like Gold. "Put the Gold in the Grand national," he whispered to himself. I went to the bookies and put it on her eighteen pounds - all that I had. And didn't even watch the race. I was completely sure of himself. Was it faith? I don't know. Three hours later I came back and got about five hundred pounds. I gave them to a friend, and he married.
With age your ideas about good and bad guys are changing. Moving from the eighties into the nineties, I stopped throwing stones at the symbols of power and violence. I started to throw stones at their hypocrisy. Then I started to see the world in a different light, where I'm part of the problem, not part of the solution.
In me very much of a salesman. I sell songs - from door to door, town to town. I sell melodies and words. And as a politician I sell ideas.
Putin jokingly asked me to work on Russia's foreign debt. He was impeccably refined, every hair in its place. Obviously, he is a man of great wit and charm. In response, I laughed, posing for one of the most terrible for me photos. It was in Genoa at the meeting of the group. The city looked like the front line, many were injured during the protest marches. One person was killed by the Italian police, and I was taking pictures on the other side of the fence where I was laughing jokes politicians. But I came there to ask questions about Chechnya. Perhaps I should not have come.
I knowthat would look much better standing with the handkerchief tied around the face, and with a bottle of incendiary mixture. But I am deeply convinced that only careful planning and ensuring peace support, we can do the trick. It has nothing to do with right or left hand.
My favorite politician Gorbachev. He truly spiritual man who bravely followed his convictions and was completely open to criticism. Many people despise him because he destroyed the old edifice. But without it, the twentieth century could be a very different end.
Never don't believe the artist, artists lie better than anyone. It's their bread.
The religious instinct
appears in the game, reading horoscopes, yoga is everywhere. Assume that we live in a secular society, but I look around: everything has got religion. People are full of superstitions, they pray, when you get cancer. It's only been two hundred years since the Enlightenment, but science again bows his head.
Paradise similar to earthly life
without earthly evil scratches, bites and intimidates people. So it seems to me, but I don't know for sure. I lack imagination when I consider the question "how many years I will be in Paradise? ".
When I have nothing to say I write about this song. As the author, I can't lie. As the executor of my way to lie to fucking high notes that I have to take. They don't work until I absolutely will not come in the way. It makes me honest on stage.
We should all charity, especially those of us who are in a privileged position. But much more I'm interested in justice. Our campaign for the abolition of debt (campaign Drop the Debt cancellation hundred-billion debt of the poorest countries in the world, which involves Bono and Thom York from Radiohead. - Esquire) motivated by a sense of justice. To require grandchildren ransom for the debts of their grandparents unfair. Do not allow the poorest of the poor to trade in our stores, advertising in this free market, unfair.
Every writer
journalist, if he actually is worth something.
I almost died in one of the most terrible terrorist act in Ireland. Every day, returning from school, I drove through the city centre - I got on two buses, with a stopover. Near the bus stop was a café that when I had the money, I drank coffee or read music magazines. One day, fifteen minutes after I left, the whole street, where it was smashed to pieces. Just outside was the bomb.
When selling many of their discs easily become megalomania and think that you can change the order of things.
If you put in the door shoulderit can be opened. Because every time I get nervous when meeting with politicians. I think they should be nervous, because I represent the poor and needy. And whatever you think about God, who he is, there he is, most would agree that if God exists, he reserved a special place for the poor. Poor people where God lives.
The eighties were an ugly time: great hairstyles, invoices shoulders. I look at the eighties as ugly and capability that is not glamorous. U2 is the only phenomenon of the eighties, which deserves attention.
I want to see all himself, and not through Newspapers and television. You can sit in a cool room, behind the mirror glass prosperity, and can break it and exit. I love seeing all myself, I don't like second-hand images.
Religion may be hostile to God. Where was the belief, you receive a list of instructions, where people lived by faith, dogma, where there used to rule the Holy Spirit, - a society ruled by man. Obedience replaces probation.
I remember one mass in Nicaragua. In the end the priest took the death list. He called them by name: "Rodrigo Mares! "and all the congregation responded: "Presente! ". "Maria Gonzalez! " - "Presente! "... He was reading a scroll of the dead, and the congregation responded: "Presente" - "Present".
I know that idealism is not being played on the radio, it will not see on TV. In hot rotation - irony, consciousness, grin and tired jokes. I tried all this. Idealism is always under siege, surrounded by materialism, narcissism and all the other isms of indifference.
Eighties for menI have been a prison of self-consciousness: "Oh, Lord, I make money! I must be selling well. Wait, I anyone still fucked". Now I don't feel that you need someone to prove something. About me never said "he was one of those who marry. But I met the most unusual woman in the world and couldn't let it go.
What is happening in Africa
that contradicts all the ideas in which we believe. The idea of the middle, the idea of civilization, the idea of equality, the idea of love. You can just forget about all this. The fact that Africa speaks about Europe and America, is devastating. She says that we have built our governments and parliaments in the sand, because if we really believed what we say, we would not be allowed twenty-three million Africans die from AIDS.
I have a friend Guggi, with whom I have been friends since childhood. Every time he had a birthday, whatever he received as a gift, money or things, he shared everything with me in half. He taught me to share. It's amazing, because children usually do not share with each other.
In America
any asshole can buy a barrel, and we got to meet a lot of assholes in my time. In the late eighties we participated in a tour to the memory of Martin Luther king. Before the performance in Arizona I began to threaten. This is a common thing, but from time to time the police and the FBI take the threat seriously. The message said: "do Not go up more, and if will be - do not sing "Pride", because otherwise I'll blow your head off, and you will not be able to stop it". Of course, leaving the scene, I threw it out of my head, but during the song "Pride" I thought, "Oh my God! What if someone is hiding in the crowd or in the rafters of the building with a gun? " I just closed my eyes and sang the verse with his eyes closed, trying to concentrate on the beauty that inspired the song. At the end of the verse I opened my eyes and saw Adam standing in front of me. In such moments, you realize what it means to be in a group.
The last words my father were "fuck you... ". I lay with him in the hospital room, and heard a scream. As before, he only whispered, I called the nurse. She asked him: "Bob, you are right, you need something? "we both leaned into him, because he began to whisper. "Bob, are you okay? Repeat please, what you said." He said, "Go fuck! You ever take away? Get me away from here. This is the same prison cell". These were his last words.
Weakness is good
that it forces you to look for friends. You seek in others what is not in you.
Melodies that I hear in my head, much more interesting than what I can play. If not near the edge (Dave Evans, guitarist of U2. - Esquire), who is very musically talented, I would have lost all hope.
Someone told: "Do not judge all of his fans for those of them whom you meet." But I don't have to worry about it: fans of U2 - people are generally quiet, and we have good relations with them. Although sometimes they go too far. And crazy, which denies us the right to privacy and digging in our trash, it's not our audience. When I first arrived in Los Angeles, 198o-m, I wanted to visit the home of Bob Dylan and Brian Wilson. This is the first thing that came to my mind. Their music has influenced my life. I couldn't pay them for it, I just wanted to come and Express their respects and to say thank you. Then I thought that they maybe don't want to hear my thanks. And went to him. So I show tolerance. When people come to my house, I don't drive them immediately and explain: "I can't talk to you now. Why? For example, because in this case my wife will divorce me".
On a subconscious level
we're all looking for attention. I have enough of it at work, and I avoid it in private life. But on the other hand, now I talk to you for publication in the press, for some reason I often shake hands with strange presidents in front of the cameras. What it says about your pocket psychological reference?
Wife Of Ej, Alinn, gave me the soundtrack to David Lynch's "Blue velvet". I put it on repeat and fell asleep. When I woke up, in my head were the words and the melody. I thought hum a song from the soundtrack, but apparently not. I wrote it down. At the rehearsal I played this song, and repeated: "What a genius Roy Orbison". I said it could be the song that we have to finish it for him. After the concert there was a knock at the door. John, our security guard, announced that he had come Roy Orbison and would like to speak with us. Everyone looked at me like I grew a second head. He came in this lovely, humble man, and said: "I really enjoyed the concert. I don't know why, but it made me very touched. Do you guys songs for me? " Later I finished the song with him, and it became the name of his album.
What is the difference between a very good song and great? I think a good song can you take the praise, and for a great no. You just stumbled upon. You can be in the place where it happens. For some people this place is chaos. For some love. For some rage. For some seclusion from the world, for some - the subordination of the world. For me all together.
Mick Jagger very conservative. Even his manner of dress out of the scene gives the yacht club. I think he plays the role. When he starts singing, he breaks the skin of another person by the name of Mick Jagger. One day one of his daughters came to me and said, "People think that my dad was the devil, and he allows them to think so! " But he is very English, very old fashioned, and... loves cricket!
Keith Richards "a true Englishman. He lights a cigarette you cigarette, respectful talking to women and not allow myself rude remarks in their presence. He hemingwayesque hero, the old man and the sea or something like that, a real pirate. He nobility belongs to the people and steeper than any of them. But no one cooler of drugs and alcohol.
Wins always one position: the superiority of faith over fear. Imagine, what are you talking about, know your opponent. Don't get involved in the dispute, if you can't win it.
Doing good in Africa you can't lose. I can get into high office, where I will be seen as an exotic plant. But after a few minutes they will not see me, and will hear my words. And my words have moral force that cannot be denied. The story, as well as God, on the side of the force.
Policy zapominaemosti sausages: if you know that put in there will never eat them.
A good policy must be an ear for music. All any good politicians have in common - the ability to hear the melody through the noise of ideas and opinions and to understand this we must now do is more important than other things. They are like producers in the music business.
Media
we see the poor Africans dying from hunger, strange people in the back yard, which we do not want to consider his family. But if you like your sneakers and jeans, made in the developing countries, you are already associated with these people. And you can no longer ignore their problems. They live on your street. According to the old definition of generosity, a rich man should care at least about poor people on their street. And you know what? Now this street runs through the entire globe.
Ten years ago
Ali said to me: "You know, I loved you, because in your eyes was evil. You were arrogant, you were fearless and you amused me. Now you have become a very serious".
Source:
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