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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Wednesday, January 26, 2005
    Another turning point
     
    Reached another turning point today, realising that for the first time since 1980 I shall be missing a U2 tour this year. They're playing the same dates as my already-booked holiday, and unlike me, they're appearing nowhere near Land's End. Besides, today's ticket prices are £125 min, and though these are the artists probably more than any other who've defined the soundtrack to my world, I don't value one more night with them that highly.

    So instead I imagine I'll be rolling down Cornish roads with The Blues Explosion blasting my head: "This ain't the devil's music; but it feels like the devil's time..." Communing with the same tumuli as good ol' Julian Cope. And perhaps even sitting on the beach with earphones full of Pet Sounds. By comparison to an evening's shuffle between stadium carpark hassles for a faroff view of Bono, each of of these seem really quite appealing.