{"id":149575,"date":"2020-01-13T05:45:37","date_gmt":"2020-01-13T10:45:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=149575"},"modified":"2025-01-01T15:11:32","modified_gmt":"2025-01-01T20:11:32","slug":"music-mondy-bono-beckons-by-brendan-omalley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=149575","title":{"rendered":"Music Monday: Bono Beckons, by Brendan O&#8217;Malley"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>My talented brother Brendan O&#8217;Malley is an amazing writer and actor. He&#8217;s wonderful in the recent <i>You &#038; Me<\/i>, directed by Alexander Baack. (I interviewed Baack <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=141291\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">about the film here<\/a>.) His most recent gig was story editor\/writer on the hit series <i>Survivor&#8217;s Remorse<\/i>. Brendan hasn&#8217;t blogged in years, but the &#8220;content&#8221; (dreaded word) is so good I asked if I could import some of it to my blog. I just wrapped up posting his <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?tag=50-best-albums\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">50 Best Albums<\/a>. But I figured I&#8217;d keep &#8220;Music Monday&#8221; going with more of the stuff Bren wrote about music.<\/p>\n<p>His writing is part music-critique, part memoir, part cultural snapshot. A reminder that many of these pieces were written a decade ago, in some cases more. Melody is now my brother&#8217;s wife (and like a sister to me), and they have two sons, whom I love dearly. And Bren&#8217;s son Cashel is now a college student. WTF.<\/p>\n<p>I have always loved Bren&#8217;s writing, so I am happy to share it with you!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><big><strong>Bono Beckons<\/strong><\/big><\/p>\n<p>I am an early adapter when it comes to music. I bought U2&#8217;s <em>Unforgettable Fire<\/em> for my best friend when we were in 8th grade. No one had even heard of them yet and he seemed a little bummed about my gift. Two weeks later he had flipped out about them. By the time <em>Joshua Tree<\/em> exploded, I&#8217;d already moved on. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/R-507725-1335222429.jpeg.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/R-507725-1335222429.jpeg.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"600\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-152208\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/R-507725-1335222429.jpeg.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/R-507725-1335222429.jpeg-100x100.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/R-507725-1335222429.jpeg-200x200.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/R-507725-1335222429.jpeg-400x400.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Now, I am not knocking U2. I own several of their albums: <em>Achtung, Baby<\/em>, <em>Joshua Tree<\/em>, the underrated <em>Pop<\/em>, and <em>How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb<\/em>. They have gone beyond mere critical judgement into cultural landmark status. But do I sit down and CHOOSE to listen to them? No. If they come up on iTunes random I might let the song play out, but more often than not I&#8217;ll skip &#8217;em.<\/p>\n<p>So here&#8217;s my U2 timeline. I bought <em>Unforgettable<\/em> Fire because of &#8220;Pride&#8221;. They didn&#8217;t sound like anything else on the radio and that appealed to me. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ByuyP1PNqKQ\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\nShortly thereafter I really got into hardcore punk music and I moved on. I thought <em>Joshua Tree<\/em> was amazing but I don&#8217;t think I bought it.<\/p>\n<p>One of my good friends was a true believer. He called me up to say that he&#8217;d stumbled upon 2 third row seats for their show that evening at the Boston Garden. Did I want to go? Hell, yeah! I cancelled my plans and we met up in the afternoon to make the 2 hour drive north.<\/p>\n<p>Now, I&#8217;d never been to the Boston Garden but it was a special place for me, being the home of the Boston Celtics. At this time, Larry Bird was at the height of his powers and you couldn&#8217;t get a ticket to a home game if your life depended on it. I&#8217;d also heard my Dad tell stories of going to see the Bruins play in the afternoon and hiding in the bathrooms until the Celtics played that night. I imagined him and his buddies to be like the Artful Dodger in <em>Oliver<\/em>, smoking cigarettes at age 10 and giving the cops a hard time.<\/p>\n<p>Up until that point, I&#8217;d only been to medium-size clubs or bars to see bands. This would be my first arena show. Third row no less! U2!<\/p>\n<p>They were at the absolute apex of their fame at this point&#8230;that new fame where everyone seems amazed and energized by the spotlight. Their music had opened up and easily filled the space in the Garden. This isn&#8217;t easy. There are very few bands who don&#8217;t lose their essence when writ large. U2 seemed to swell right along, in fact it seemed as if they might burst the roof off of the joint.<\/p>\n<p>3rd row sounds really close but in reality it is still a good 60 feet away and the stage was raised. But we could see the expressions on their faces, the sweat, the wonder. So when Bono asked for a volunteer from the audience to play 3 chords, we went insane trying to get noticed. I was still a novice on guitar but I could sure as shit play 3 chords if I had to.<\/p>\n<p>I became a flopping rag doll aching for attention. I screamed Bono&#8217;s name. I am embarassed to recall these details. They chose the GUY SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO US.<\/p>\n<p>Moments later, there he is, onstage at The Boston Garden with U2 playing guitar next to The Edge.<\/p>\n<p>So close. But they were so good that this close shave didn&#8217;t diminish my enjoyment of the evening. They turned the lights on in the building for their encore and left the crowd singing along to &#8220;How long?&#8221; 15,000 of us filed out still singing. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d grown accustomed to musical expression designed to hit the back of the room, not a football field away. I am still blown away by the sound they managed to make, just 4 guys. 4 guys!<\/p>\n<p>This would have been 1987.<\/p>\n<p>Cut to January 2002. I am visiting Los Angeles to scare up auditions for pilot season. I am still in shock from 9\/11. The Patriots have made it to the Super Bowl. At the very last minute, my cousin swings a couple of extra tickets. He&#8217;s pulled strings. My buddy Jeff and I have about 8 hours to plan. We cannot book a flight into New Orleans directly, they&#8217;re all sold out. We have to fly to Dallas first and then drive the 8 hours to New Orleans. We are pumped.<\/p>\n<p>I am a huge Patriots fan but I&#8217;ve never been to a single game. My first Patriots game will be the Super Bowl. Amazing.<\/p>\n<p>Jeff and I are like 9 year olds as we go. We aren&#8217;t wearing big foam # 1 fingers, but we might as well be considering how we&#8217;re acting. Our rental car is a giant gray granny Oldsmobile. We exit the airport, make a beeline to a Circuit City, and buy a radar detector.<\/p>\n<p>We average 100 miles an hour across Texas. Turns out the radar detector isn&#8217;t necessary as people are passing us left and right. We are supposed to be meeting a group of folks at Emeril&#8217;s restaurant that evening. It is Mardi Gras on top of Super Bowl weekend so New Orleans should be insane. I&#8217;ve never been, so I&#8217;m going to get the ultimate show.<\/p>\n<p>We roll into New Orleans, roll out to the restaurant, eat an amazing Emeril meal, revel in our good fortune, enjoy each other&#8217;s company. The next day the Super Bowl looms!<\/p>\n<p>Paul McCartney comes out and sings &#8220;Freedom&#8221;. Terrible song, but it is Paul freakin&#8217; McCartney. The echo of 9\/11 is powerful, and Jeff (a fellow former New Yorker) and I are moved. But there is a game to be played!<\/p>\n<p>The first half is hard fought and we are in the game. When halftime starts, there is an unbelievable flurry of activity on the field as the workers create a huge stage for the halftime show. The lights go out and the crowd goes crazy.<\/p>\n<p>Almost 15 years after I inadvertently saw U2, here they were again. The stage is a giant red heart. I know they played more than one song, but I can only remember &#8220;Beautiful Day.&#8221; During the entire performance, the names of those who perished on 9\/11 scrolled over the audience in light. All of a sudden, the Super Bowl seemed like an after-thought. I was at this game to see this. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ihPLKrktLSM\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Up until Super Bowl Sunday, I&#8217;d maintained a defiant stance in regards to 9\/11. I was lucky enough not to have had any direct loss. I didn&#8217;t feel as if I had a right to lose my composure when there were so many who&#8217;d suffered so much more. But there, in the Dome, under the care of an Irish rock band, I shook off the shackles that those bastards had thrown around me. <\/p>\n<p>I reclaimed my right to grieve for my homeland.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u2014 Brendan O&#8217;Malley<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My talented brother Brendan O&#8217;Malley is an amazing writer and actor. He&#8217;s wonderful in the recent You &#038; Me, directed by Alexander Baack. (I interviewed Baack about the film here.) 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