Minding my own business dashing in and out of a mega-retail, I accidentally noticed a giant, bold, black and white “U2” propped up along the record aisles. I must have missed the big news about a new U2 album, but it was no time before I was in line at the cashier with a copy of “No Line on the Horizon“. Just like seeing a queen of diamonds card in “The Manchurian Candidate” I’m subconsciously triggered to buy U2 records. Remember my last story about the weird places I ended up after being “activated”? Not so bad this time, I actually remember walking back to my car, ripping through the plastic, and loading the CD in my stereo. I’ve been playing it a few times to figure it out and it is growing on me. You know it’s hard though to introduce something new to the context of very deep memories. U2 records have been a part of my life to the roots of my identity, and this is their twelfth, almost thirty years from their first. It’s a stretch to accept new books in the bible. Continue reading →