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Monday, September 22, 2014

Doc Z's Personal Commentary: U2 Breeds New Fans

I would appreciate some feedback (in the comments) about how well this is working. Any of Pitts's craft moves I could add? Where could I include more specific detail? Does it all work together--does it reconnect at the end to where it started at the beginning? And my title is boring. Help.

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Last week, every single itunes user, that’s all 885 million of them, got U2’s latest album, Songs of Innocence, for free. According to Apple, “this is the biggest album release in music history.”

In fact, this free gift to itunes customers is the only way to acquire the album until October 13.

The presumption that they would want this album mysteriously showing up on their iPhone annoyed some iTunes customers. To this, Bono responded, “The same people who used to write on toilet walls when we were kids are now in the blogosphere. The blogosphere is enough to put you off of democracy [laughs]. But no, let people have their say. Why not? They're the haters, we're the lovers, we're never going to agree” (Heisler).

And yes, the world seems to be divided into the haters and lovers of U2. Which is why I think this unprecedented album release is pure genius. Bono himself explains why:
People really who would not ordinarily be exposed to our music have a chance to listen to it. Whether they hold that to their hearts, we don't know. Whether those songs will be important to them in a week's time, we don't know. But they have a chance, and that's gotta be exciting for a band that's been around as long as we have. (Heisler)
Of course it’s exciting for U2 to imagine that people who would not ever consider purchasing the album are now listening to it. Some of those people will like it, even love it. And it’s those U2 lovers who make the band so successful.

See, U2 fans are die hards.

They drop huge amounts of money on U2 concert tickets.

I know because I’m one of them.

I started listening to U2 in middle school. I own every album. I’ve attended every concert tour since Joshua Tree. That makes six times I’ve seen U2 in concert--Denver, Denver, Seattle, Chicago, Denver, Denver. As a teenager, I legitimately mourned the fact that I had missed the “Sunday Bloody Sunday” performance at Red Rocks; I was only ten years old at the time, too young to know what I was missing. On bad days in high school, I carried the cassette of Unforgettable Fire around in my pocket--not even in my Walkman. I had no way to listen to it. Just knowing the music was on my person seemed to make everything okay. 
That first U2 concert was epic for me (the link goes to video footage of the Los Angeles concert that happened 11 days after the show I saw in Denver in 1987). I was in ninth grade and U2 was larger than life in my world. I had been to a few other concerts but nothing this huge. The Steve Miller Band at Red Rocks (with my best friend’s nun aunt as our chaperone) was a great way to start my concert going experiences, but that was a far cry from the energy and intensity and huge rock band atmosphere of that Joshua Tree tour show. I bounced up and down for the entire show, screaming along because of course I knew every lyric.

To be truthful, U2’s glow has faded for me in my adulthood. I don’t listen to the music often. At the last few concerts, I’ve hoped to have tickets somewhere in the stadium where I can sit and still see the stage rather than having to stand for the whole show--my 14-year old self would be so disappointed.

But I will of course snag tickets the exact moment they are released for sale whenever U2 comes back through town on their next tour. I’ll have to be quick to get the tickets because I’ll be competing with all those new U2 fans cultivated by this unprecedented album release.

This time I’ll take my kid along to the concert, too.

And if Bono and The Edge and Larry and Adam walked into the room, the 14-year-old version of me would take over.

I’d be the one who just fainted on the floor.



Work Cited

Heisler, Yoni. “Bono talks 885 million iTunes accounts, new music format, and ‘haters.’ Tuaw: The Unofficial Apple Weblog. Online. 22 September 2014.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Breakfast Preparation Time: Results

Tuesday, 9/16/14: 11 minutes for making breakfast and packing my lunch.
Wednesday, 9/17/14: 9 minutes for making breakfast and packing my lunch.
Thursday, 9/18/14: 8 minutes for making breakfast and packing my lunch.
Friday, 9/19/14: 7 minutes 50 seconds for making breakfast (ate in the cafeteria that day--cheesy polenta!)

I wrote about my morning oatmeal routine a while back on my writing blog. You should read that post here.  And leave me some comments (there or here) if you have any thoughts.

Ink

18
Heavily researched with Kuhrt.
Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Mine--the left eye of Ra, the moon,
crying a tear of faith, hope, and love.
His--mysterious Kuhrt language they say now.
Nobody knows what it means.
But I remember.

20
With Heather, horrified, in
a Denver studio.
Seeking balance.
Yin/Yang hand, to remind me.

22
Leaving college. Leaving childhood.
Leaving a version of me behind (but
taking my nickname with me).
With Jeni Rae (sunburst on her foot)
and Jay (navel piercing)

24
Daisies. With Paul.
Olympia.
First Christmas.
Our wedding flower.

28
Getting braver in my new midwest life.
Capturing my Polish heritage--colorful,
bold, but still only where I can see it
most of the time.

34
Visible. Vibrant. Daisy and
ladybug, four spots for Jane’s four years.
So beautiful.

36
I finished my dissertation.
I deserve more daisies
creeping down my arm.

37
I have a daisy on my toe,
It is not real, it does not grow.
It’s just a tattoo of a flower
So I’ll look neat, taking a shower.
It’s on the second toe of my left foot.
A stem and flower, but there’s no root.
Because… it wouldn’t look good!
A pretty daisy on my toe
My right foot loves my left foot so! --The Smothers Brothers
And this makes six daisies, and
the start of the official Morgan family tattoo.

38
With Amy, who arrives in Boulder
wanting a vine and flowers around her ankle.
The simple excuse I needed
for words, about love, what my father taught me
about living a life.
Live, act, speak through love.
Marked on me.
Forever.

39
The words sprout a tree.
A love tree.
Jane’s initials.
A peace sign for Paul.
Nine, red, heart-shaped flowers
for Jane’s nine years.

40
A farm now rests beneath the tree.
The barn, circa pre-1974 tornado.
The place where my mother learned love, care, empathy,
and cookies.
My grandfather’s 1982 red Dodge Ram,
drives to the farmhouse,
taking him home.

40
Matryoshka. Polish.
Zerwin was Zwierzynski.
Jane,
me,
Verna Su,
Sarah Jane and Eleanor,
Elizabeth, Pearl, Tecla, and Francis
The string of mothers before me.

41
My father’s childhood home
that defined family for him. Laughter, love--
these things he taught many of my favorite people
over 10-day summer adventures
with fishing stories, and slow laps in the row boat,
and rocks across Lost Lake,
and solitaire and poker, great food and conversation,
in cabin 25.

Columbine, fireweed, Indian paintbrush,
the wildflowers that carpet the aspen forest
surrounding Mesa Lake.

“So it goes,” says Vonnegut. And it does.