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Live in Berlin
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1st collector for U2 – I Will Follow
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GODdamn. Thank you for that. That is my first time seeing this performance. I’m actually – anyone interested in my history? – gonna tell you anyway. its only fair. I have a history of mental illness. I’ve never harmed anyone, but in 2006 I did finally freak the fuck out properly and I destroyed my own four walls, you could say. Except I live with my mother, so even though the damage was limited to broken window, wax on the carpet and a mattress destroyed with scissors, she had to clean up after my madness, which also included the destruction of many articles of clothing. I really went to town with those scissors. the whole time – and it didn’t actually take that long – I had ‘Boy’ screaming from my CD player. ‘Out of Control’ was playing at earsplitting levels when my first holy communion commemorative plaque actually bounced off the wall, where I had propped it upside down. It was engraved with the date May 8, 1983. the day before my 8th birthday. you’d think I would remember. I still do not. Anyhweh, I got sent to the psych ward and stayed there for a record-breaking four and a half months (beginning in March at a nasty place up in Merced after the doctors in Visalia noted with a kind of admiration that nothing seemed to assuage my anger, although it was then only verbal – I have never been in a physical fight). At Merced, I was allowed my stereo and CDs, consisting entirely of U2, and in my defensive state of mind, the lyrics to ‘I Will Follow’ took on a promising sort of menace. I imagined he was threatening. And The Unforgettable Fire became my lullabye. I swear I could hear the words “stay safe/ never be sad.” It got me through. so I have just given hweh too much information, but its really only a skeleton key. I cannot pretend to be less trouble than I am. This is not the beginning. I cannot tell when it started. And I cannot count the number of people who want me to shut up – for my own sake, yet. So that’s my ‘like a song’ story. Edit ahweh.
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There is certainly a very epic quality to this song….
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You’re very welcome.
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