Sunday, November 04, 2007
I *Heart* U2. I Swear.
Last night while I was driving to Rabid Monkey's house a familiar song started to play on the radio. I knew that I knew the song, and was pretty sure it was a song I like, but I couldn't name it. I expected that when the singing started, I'd say to myself "Oh, that's it" and move on. The singing started, and I didn't quite guess what it was immediately, but I felt like something was wrong. I was supposed to know this song. Seconds later I knew it was Angel of Harlem by U2, but it was too late. A wave of shame was washing over me. How had I not recognized it the second it started playing? How had a still not recognized it the second Bono started singing? The initial hard-hitting wave of shame passed and I was able to enjoy the rest of the song as I drove along, but I am still feeling like a horrible fan.