From u2.com, a piece of Bono's essay on Elvis in the new Rolling Stone celebrating the 50 greatest artists.


Out of Tupelo, Mississippi, out of Memphis, Tennessee, came this green, sharkskin-suited girl chaser, wearing eye shadow -- a trucker-dandy white boy who must have risked his hide to act so black and dress so gay. This wasn't New York or even New Orleans; this was Memphis in the Fifties. This was punk rock. This was revolt. Elvis changed everything -- musically, sexually, politically. In Elvis, you had the whole lot; it's all there in that elastic voice and body. As he changed shape, so did the world: He was a Fifties-style icon who was what the Sixties were capable of, and then suddenly not. In the Seventies, he turned celebrity into a blood sport, but interestingly, the more he fell to Earth, the more godlike he became to his fans. His last performances showcase a voice even bigger than his gut, where you cry real tears as the music messiah sings his tired heart out, turning casino into temple.

- I thought this was pretty amusing (pulled off of a newsgroup) ; especially as it's exactly the type of thing a friend of mine would say - with the ' cock' comment.


Who saw the Superbowl performance? Thoughts?
My pa called me and said "Well now, that U2 band are pretty good, but I always thought they were Irish..."

I did too...

-- cybele (maria...), February 4th, 2002.

Answers
.. he's a cock?
-- jk (j...), February 4th, 2002.


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That was the most self-aggrandizing, tasteless display I've ever seen. I've always been something of a closet U2 fan, but I just wanted to leap through the screen and repeatedly punch Bono in the face. It was horribly shameless, tacky, and inappropriate, PLUS Bono was so hoarse that the actual performance sucked. About the only good thing I have to say about it is that the Edge's jangly guitar sounds make me happy. Beyond that, FUCK OFF U2.