I listened to The Joshua Tree in its entirety this morning, and it brought back warm memories. Memories of times spent looking for seats in stadiums and arenas, of times I made conversation with strangers in parking lots, and of times in record stores scanning the U2 section.
Sometimes I would just lie in my bed in the morning, with my eyes closed, and with my Walkman playing at high volume and my old-school style headphones completely covering my ears.
It’s blissful, the opening strains of “Where the Streets Have No Name,” that build and soar, reaching a dynamic crescendo right before the vocal kicks in, and it’s… perfect. The keyboards, the guitars, the sonic dissonance, and the amazing tenor voice all coalesce and blend together, creating an anthem of beauty amidst chaos.
“And when I go there, I go there with you. It’s all I can do.”
Sam
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