[ I'm all done. Not feeling it anymore. Apologies.

I reserve the right to pick who next plays The Edge.

Okay, just a hiatus. Back in a few weeks. Just for Kristin. ]

A long while ago, or it might just feel that way, Christian asked if Bono and I would sing at the wedding. Weddings have always been a speciality of ours, lingering in the small list of gigs we did when we first started. We gladly accepted, and a few days ago flew ourselves, with Ali and the four wee ones in tow, to attend the lovely wedding of ( Read more... )

When U2 was on the road, she would always call late at night. Especially when our escapades would bring us to the States. She would be up all hours, calling me. She would occasionally let the kids stay up. Their sleepy voices would fill the phone. I could see them, rubbing their eyes, yawning. "I love you, daddy" they would say, and I would hear ( Read more... )

Green hills and endless fields came into view, spotted with minature-looking sheep and cows. Cities were dotted off in the distance, lights burning brightly. There was a feeling of clam as feet stepped through the door into the busy lobby, although there was also a hint of anxiety. Normal smells of grass and meals being cooked within their homes ( Read more... )

Snow has coated the ground; my hotel is overlooking a troubled sea.. everything here is so downcast, yet it's so completely different from what I left. People, mostly teenagers are walking through the snow, tossing heaps at each other. Other's are just enjoying the scenery, walking hand-in-hand. I stand watching, taking everything in. The air is ( Read more... )

My days have become similiar and monotonous and have begun driving me insane ( Read more... )

The latest addition to the ever growing U2 family arrived sometime today. ahewson, who had the misfortune of marrying the_bono, joined us in our quest to take over the world.. I mean, joined the livejournal family we have started that we have ( Read more... )

It's raining. Drops of rain are sliding down the windows, forming various patterns. Each one is unique to itself, yet it is exactly like the others. It takes a different course, but they all end up the same. It's like a maze.. I remember sitting with my parents in our living room, tracing the lines of raindrops with my finger. I can't say what kind ( Read more... )

I have nothing to say except that ( this )

I am a secretive person by nature. I am more of the type of person who will listen, rather than speak. Or, I like the latter more than the former. I don't like talking much about myself.. I tell people what they need to know as I see it fit for them to know it. Selfish possibly, but I don't like burdening people with what I have to say; especially ( Read more... )