Everyone now and then it’s ok to have a moment.
It felt like side 2. of Under A Blood Red Sky was everywhere I went for a period of time in the 80’s. It was one of the few non-metal albums I remember being played at the Cave on Matthew St. in ’83. The this is not a rebel song introduction to Sunday Bloody Sunday was met with a surge of energy and the dance floor became one rhythmic sweaty mess of bodies, usually fueled by the cooking lager that was so cheap at the bar. It was a time when being seventeen and in a “club” was so cool, even if it was a slightly seedy club past it’s prime.
It was a moment before U2 became bigger than anyone needed them to be, when they were still a band who looked a little awkward in their skins and looked like they had discovered the secret. It was a time when they were still a bunch of guys just rocking out, later would come the pomp and circumstance and the ego-trip.
So as I rooted around and found a copy in a neglected corner of the Salvation Army Store I had a moment. I could almost smell the mix of smoke, sweat, spilled beer and perfume on that dance floor. I could almost see the pale girls faces light up and the sway of the combat jackets as the dance began. I could once again see those metal warrior boys mellow for a moment and look content to sway along.
Then I looked at the vinyl and saw the scratch. The sinking feeling and the realization that this album was one of those I had to have. Here I was holding part of my youth, so even if it sucks it was going home with me. Anyway, it’s fine cleaned up great and plays well all I need now is a mirror ball and a room of sweaty drunks to achieve the required ambience.
7 thoughts on “And so we’re told this is the golden age…”
Music and memory nicely mingled here. Don’t normally push my stuff, but wondered if you’ve read my blog on musical memories with links to video-clips.
It’s quite long but thought you might find something of interest there. Cheers.
nice point about the sound before becoming grandiose, New Year’s Day might be my favourite U2 track, the intro especially
Nice. This is the only U2 I actually like before they got all ironic and dancey and I loved them, but all their original fans started to desert them.
I think it is the only U2 you may need ever since the immortal words, “Edge play the blues…”
This album (mine was actually a cassette) was my introduction to this band that has since accompanied me in life. My sweaty drunken mirrorballed dance hall was a 1976 Ford Pinto that I still had distinct memories of when I found my copy of Under A Blood Red Sky last summer.
The Pinto, a passion wagon if ever there was one.
I turned down a Pinto in favor of a Chevy Celebrity and have forever regretted the decision.
Funny how the music brings back really tactile feelings.
A classic memory/album story. Terrific.
(I think this was my first – and for many years only – U2 was too)