Tuesday, 19 January 2021

Tier Dancing

A monumental fuck up
Is how it could be perceived
At least 90,000 people dead
That leaves a lot bereaved

Our death rate is world leading
Above the peak pre May
Our world beating system
Still keeping safety at bay

We've danced with several Tiers
Each one with side effects
No one knows if each measure
Damages or protects

Johnson finally grew a pair
Once Carrie let them go
He fucked off Dominic Cummings
That made it two in a row

It was of course 6 months too late
The damage irreparably done
He clung on to that cunt too long
Any goodwill forever undone

November saw a vaccine
"Woo Hoo" we all did cry
Developed by the Europeans
It could help less of us die

As ever we took the credit
When in fact we jumped a queue
But in the eyes of Johnson and Co
We're ace, it's ours, it's new

Williamson was on the telly
"It's best to come first" - he cried
That may be true in la la land
But leaves Joanne unsatisfied

Rees Mogg went one better
And fronted a complete lie
He claimed fucking off Europe
Was the key for less of us to die

He has now gone full Wankpiece
While fishing goes to the wall
He somehow knows 'our' fish so well
They're the happiest of all

I should perhaps give them credit
It's fair to say they've some front
They'll publicly look into a camera
And prove that they're each a cunt

Pfizer offered an end in sight
The shops opened all day
We packed out Regent St and Nottingham
Got fleeced of our furlough pay

We travelled to London to shop
Or 100 miles for a pint
Tier hopped for our Instagram
After all Tier 3 was shite 

Why be bound by rules
You probably haven't got COVID
If your significant other is positive
Just carry on, you don't give a shit

You will find enough info out there
If you ignore the dubiousness of the source
You can justify your actions
To keep your life on course

It's OK for Rita Ora
To collect an Egyptian bundle
And then throw a fucking party
Her apologies and cash make her humble

Its easy to look at the confusion
And the chaos that we have caused
We're all born of frustration
Our sanctity outsourced

It took a while for reality
To jump up and bite Johnson's ass
But finally it woke up a brain cell
And he was forced to close Christmas

Of course the damage was done
Embedded in our lives
The country braced for the certainty
That deaths were going to rise

America has been watching
It likes to be the best
"Hold my pint" it cried "I'll get my gun"
As Trump failed another test

This time he's encouraged
Far right loons with Racist flags
To storm the Capitol Buildings
6 deaths sit firmly in his lap

He will go down in history
That much is guaranteed
His legacy will not look good
Death, impeachment, greed

We're not in a position to judge
Considering the state we're in
Our glass house would not survive
A stoning from within

I digress of course, apologies
It's so easy to do 
When the leader of the free world
Is more fucked up than you

Where are we at now?
I will try and break it down
But always bear in mind
The country is run by a fucking clown

Vaccines are on the way
Zahawi pockets a shit load
Gove says normality beckons
Somewhere down the road

But as it stands today
For many everything is bleak
Another 1564 dead
Its a world beating week

Rashford forced the government
To try and do what's right
Chartwells hit big profits
By loading the parcels light

Outdoor group stuff cancelled
Even though it doesn't spread
The impact on our physical health
Just messes with our heads

We now can't have a coffee
Or a walk with a mate
No chance whatsoever 
Of any action on a date

Of course none of the above applies
To the rich and ruling few
For them it's a game of cash and power
No matter the hurt caused to you

Despite his sanctimonious approach
Holding Ministers feet to the flame
Even Morgan felt the rules allowed him 
To fuck off on a plane

We're nearing a full lockdown
Whether or not we comply
The reality is clear to see
If we don't many more will die

Ignore the COVID conspiracists
Glowing in their bullshit
The likes of Fox's limelight
Dimming bit by bit

You would be quite right of course
To ignore everything on my wall
After all my red swimming badge
Qualifies me for fuck all

But what if the risk is real
And it's tearing through our nation
How will we live with ourselves
If we pass it to a relation

All of us are anxious
Fearful of being the one
Just try your best to be nice
And keep a fucking mask on

It comes down to how we act
No apologies for being blunt
Do the right thing for everyone
Simply put, don't be a cunt

Friday, 14 August 2020

Shitnail and I

I would love to clarify 
For us all to be clear
But it seems they've made it all up
As it spilled out from their rears

I don't think we can blame them
After all they're doing their best
No, not to protect the nation
But to comfortably feather their nest

In spite of all the confusion
And with a view to plot a way through
I'll have a stab at deciphering
The bullshit they've subjected us to

You can definitely go to the pub
Be indoors and without a mask
A stranger's COVID social history
You don't even have to ask

But if you're thinking outdoors is best 
Slow down arranging a do
Particularly in Greater Manchester 
Your family can't come to you

Currently they're saying
1 metre plus is fine
Unless you're in a hotspot
It's now a different design

Leicester's back to 2 metres
And everywhere is shut
A struggling economy
You can't nip to Pizza Hut

You can't get your 50% off
Because everywhere is closed
But in a struggling city
The choice is hard - meal or clothes

As for everywhere else
Its a bonus if you've the wedge
You can blow a week's food bill
Sunak will pick up the rest

Make sure that you mask up
At least while walking through
If you're worried about your liberty
Fuck off is what you should do

Its not an imposition
To briefly cover your face
Its a miniscule occurrence
To protect the human race

You can't go to a gig
The theatre's will close
It's something about gatherings
That's getting up their nose

But you can go to a beach 
Sit with half a million others
As an added bonus
Dump your litter you lazy mothers

There's quite a list of fuck ups
To divert attention from
Jenrick, Gove & Whately
Truss and £150 million

They've stooped to using Farage
Sent the cunt out into the sea
Unfortunately he keeps making it back
Pointing his finger at the refugee

The media is complicit
In sensationalising their strife
Whilst we're a gullible nation
Not interested in saving a life

Apologies for my digression
It was guidance you were after
Let me get back to the point
While they're polishing my BAFTA

Wear a mask
Don't in a pub
Stay In
Go out
Meet up
But don't

No large gatherings
Unless on a beach
Not in your garden
But OK in a park
Keep out of arms reach

Go to work 
Sign In
Work from home
Mental health matters
Wear sun cream
Always carry your work phone

Two things have recently hit
The shitnail on the head
A picture of cookies highlighting
The reaction to refugee dead

The other an example
Of where we are today
Decisions made by compassionless twats
To maximise what advertisers pay

Social media accounts restricted
For pictures of nipples being tattooed
On breast cancer survivors
Apparently because they're lewd

With all this going on 
BLM have we forgotten
We voted out to keep us white
The Talk shows society is rotten

It doesn't seem appropriate
To let them off scot free
Add Duncan Smith, Raab and Williamson
To the branch on the cunt tree

Spare a thought for our youth
Their futures reduced by a bot
Let's not forget reality
It's about how much money you've got

I hope that's helped clarify
The shit we're swimming through
We're shaped by our own conscience 
And what we say and do

Wednesday, 22 July 2020


Dear The Larry Mullen Jnr Band,

It's almost impossible to pick one song from The Joshua Tree (and whilst none of your albums has ever let me down there are two that are perfect and The Joshua Tree is ever so slightly the most perfect of the two) however, 'sleight of hand and twist of fate' shares ink on my chest with an angel so, by default, that's the song.

It would be stretching it to say it has saved my life or that it has pulled me back from the brink. A song, a poem, an unchained melody can't do that right? It's entirely questionable whether or not I have ever reached such an extreme and needed such an important intervention or that a musical heartbeat could have such power?

In my head it was almost certainly written by a 14 year old Paul Hewson for a 15 year old me despite the two being 13 years apart. The angst, loss and pain is palpable in the delivery and the impact never more visceral than Mr Macphisto blagging, crawling, dragging his soul in search of unobtainable solace.

I was hooked instantly by Larry's opening minimal eighth notes and The Edge's Infinite Guitar joined by Adam's bass eighth notes hugging the kick drum but nothing prepared me for Bono's opening line 28 seconds in. A line that still, to this day, places me bedside in a blurred and manic calm as I saw the stone set in her eyes.

I think it was shortly after 27th June 1987 a friend gave me a cassette with 'The Joshua Tree & Unavailable B Sides' written on it. The Joshua Tree has held my hand ever since. For that I am truly grateful and a little less lost.


Bono, for his 60th birthday, put together 60 fan letters of thanks. Here they are should you be minded to read them. The tracks are worth a download for musical educational purposes alone. You can read his notes here https://www.u2.com/news/title/60-letters-from-bono/ 

'I wanted to thank the artists and everyone who helped make them… They were doing the same for me… I am writing a fan letter to accompany each song to try and explain my fascination…'

Pavarotti & Zucchero & Bono – Miserere
Dear Alice,
I haven’t seen you for ages… as usual I am a loyal but unreliable friend.
Miserere is one of my favourite of your father’s crescendos. We sang it live in Modena but it is mostly known as a duet with one of my other favourite people, Zucchero…
It was Zucchero who asked me to write it with him. I can hardly remember what it was about... other than forgiveness that is… and a toast to being alive.
My father Bob was a tenor. He described me as ‘a baritone who thinks he is a tenor!’
When I hear this I miss my father as well as yours. He loved the opera… he was one.
You brought such joy to your Da.


PS While making the demo recording for your father, Zucchero found an unknown tenor just starting out... his name was Andrea Bocelli. His version makes me weep now for all kinds of reasons.

Sex Pistols – Anarchy in The UK
Dear John, Steve, Paul, Sid and Glen,
I don’t think there has ever been a better rock’n’roll band on record.
The production of all your songs… peerless.
That Chris Thomas knew how to serve rage and turn it into beauty… well, I think he must’ve had some… good.
Steve Jones, the maximum minimalist that you are has never been bettered through pure, visceral, rock’n’roll guitar.
That Johnny Rotten fella was something wasn’t he… looking back, you were part Richard III, part vaudeville, part soothsayer but always truth-teller with a voice like a bagpipe that could march armies of lovers and haters into battle... and it did. I couldn’t make up my mind which side I was on, but then I realized that all depended on what you loved and what you hated. You sung with a sneer that was so English and yet you are so Irish… like all four Beatles, like Elvis Costello, like Morrissey, like the Gallagher brothers, like Declan McKenna… the Irish do well with English words and music, and the English do well with us.
The opening line “I am an Antichrist”… it was a lot to take in, but then again my own family said the same of me…
Your fan,

Kanye West – Black Skinhead
Dear Kanye,
I was a hundred feet from your feet… Your eyes were shut so as not to be distracted from the words you had just written around the corner, but here you were debuting this song live from Saturday Night Live… and I’m in the TV studio to witness some black history. It’s May 18, 2013.
Your “leather black jeans on
My by-any-means-on
Pardon, I'm getting my scream on
Enter the kingdom”

It felt like hip hop wanted the black leather jacket back from rock ’n’ roll… and the rock ’n’ roll silhouette too. And there you were. Head like a bullet against the supermarket yellow backdrop with a sign saying NOT FOR SALE. Words shot from a glock-like mouth, from the lips of some punk Othello, with dogs like wolves on a leash… teeth bared, tongues dripping, ku klux knots slipping.
I was about to get musically kicked in the head but I remember the smell of bovver boot leather as it actually stomped on me. I remembered white skinheads.
I remembered the feeling of being 15… I’m watching a film noir, horror… I was in that movie… but that night the beating was inside my head not on my head, in fact it sounded like nothing I’d ever heard before. The soundtrack of terror, but I wasn’t afraid… I was relieved somebody was fearless.
Your fan since you came out on the road with us for the Vertigo tour, again, fearless…

Billie Eilish - everything i wanted
Dear Billie (Finneas too),
My ears long for such empty spaces to wander… to sneak away from the density of digital surfaces with too much information… I step inside your song and it’s a black beauty, achingly awesomely vulnerable and terrifying, fearless and worrisome… but you are not worried by all that. You express it so you can own the feeling that nags.
I think of Carole King, I think of Roy Orbison.
But just like them, this never existed before you did.
Your fan,

David Bowie – Life On Mars?
Dear Duncan,
When I heard your Dad’s song LIFE ON MARS? on the radio in 1973, I was hiding under the covers of my bed in 10 Cedarwood Road listening to a pirate radio station called Radio Caroline. I wasn’t thinking about the question mark in the title… I wasn’t bothered about the dramatic inquiry “is there life on Mars?”… The song was answering a much more important question when I was 13… Is there intelligent life on earth? It was proof as far as I’m concerned.
Thanks for sharing your father with so many souls, like me, who he filled up to the brim.
Your fan,

The Beatles – I Want To Hold Your Hand
Dear Beatles,
It’s my earliest memory of music. I was three years old and in the back garden of 10 Cedarwood Road… I associate the song with the smell of freshly cut grass as I was lying on my back on the damp green patch after my Da had cut the lawn… Beside me was a lawn mower with green stained rotors that had to be repaired. My brother Norman could fix it… he could fix anything.
It was the spring of 1964… the song on the radio felt like life force… like I was for the first time conscious that I was alive and that being alive was a really, really great idea!
I’m not sure whose hand was on your mind when you wrote this… It might have been nice to imagine it was my mother’s, but at age 3 most wee boys are trying to break away from such clutches… I had no such maternal or even romantic thoughts. In my head it felt like the universe was singing to me directly… and I still feel that now when listening to most of your songs.
Maybe that’s how easy a messianic complex can start out...
Your fan,

Ramones – Swallow My Pride
Dear brothers,
"Loose lips sink ships…"
This is the sound of liberation through humiliation… these songs are so simple I’m thinking maybe I can not only play them, maybe I can write them… so they became my liberation too.
Of course I didn’t know that to be this simple was going to be so complicated, but without you I wouldn’t have started down the road of writer… and then Joey, you lent me your voice. It hardly seems enough to say thanks for that.
Your fan,

The Clash – Safe European Home
Dear The Clash,
Listening to you changed the way I heard music. Seeing you play on your first tour changed my life and gave U2 a sense that activism could be sexy and dangerous… and the clobber, the stage gear worn at all times. The look as well as the sound of revolt… U2 would immediately cop the militant outfitting, but could never look that cool… no one could.
Someone once said just seeing The Clash walk down the street could change your life.
Your fan,

Public Enemy – Fight The Power
Dear Public Enemies,
When this came out it was as if Ferrari had designed a steamroller made of sound fuelled by rage.
As if slavery was finally ending in America and the truth about it being faced in furious rhyme.
As if 35 years of cultural history was being trashed, statues being pulled down, effigies burned, scales falling from people's eyes and new roads appearing to take us to the future, seemingly being built overnight. Slavery wasn’t ending though… and some things actually got worse… but just for a second we glimpsed something.
What The Sex Pistols are to punk, Public Enemy are to hip hop.
The ones to melt and rearrange your brain, bamboozle your elders and help you find your tribe.
The sheer excitement of this record. It’s exciting even to think about! It’s more rock’n’roll than rock’n’roll. Its unapologetic anger and its anarchic thirst for change, for justice, for freedom and for fun…
When they were building this magnificent machine of a track all those years ago I believe that Chuck D believed that hip hop was going to take over the world.
What a mad idea…. oh, look!
Proud to have known you,

PS Remember when there was a ban on Public Enemy playing in Los Angeles and we offered the special guest slot to you downtown at the Coliseum? We told the label, we told the management, even the cops, that everything would be OK… and it was, if you call the sight of a scaffold being erected with the KKK members’ effigy on it OK.

Patti Smith – People Have the Power
Dearest Patti,
There are many rituals a performer can choose to give them the strength to take on their audience… to believe tonight can be the best night of our lives (really!)
You are my drug of choice. Whether reading a sacred text or being reminded of how to be in your body on a stage, I refer to you constantly. I learned that the dizziness, the headiness, the highness of a great show can only happen if both feet are planted in the mud and the messiness of God’s earth.
Even better if the devil is making a play for it… and especially if I’m not feeling it or feeling distracted.
“The power to dream to rule
To wrestle the world from fools”
… this is an invocation as well as a declaration.
Countless shows U2 have walked on to PEOPLE HAVE THE POWER because it reminds us that the real action of the show lies in the hearts and minds of the people who attend it and it’s not the apparatus, however thoughtfully contrived and constructed. The lights, camera, action is the way we draw nearer, but the intimacy is always about meeting people where they are, and reminding us all that…
“Everything we dream
Can come to pass through our union
We can turn the world around
We can turn the earth' s revolution
We have the power
People have the power.”
Thank you for that.
Your fan from forever, for forever,

John Lennon – Mother
Dear Julian,
All the Beatles solo work has held me at one time or another.
I surrendered to George Harrison’s WHAT IS LIFE… all things must pass, my arse.
I know you know these songs will be with us forever.
Like so many fathers, I marched on The Fat Controller with Ringo star as Thomas the Tank Engine. And yes Ringo’s version of WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS is still my favourite.
I loved Paul and Linda McCartney’s album, RAM, age 12… I bought MY LOVE (DOES IT GOOD) age 13… that he (our very own Johanns Sebastien Bach) walks around so himself in a world where everyone changes around him, is beyond impressive. And his Ma was with us all for LET IT BE.
But on the mothers front, John Lennon really went there with MOTHER… and that must have hurt a long time before healing. If he’d have made it into his 40’s he’d have followed you around with pride the way you did him.
I’ve been writing a version of this song all my life… so many rock’n’rollers write from a place of abandonment to a place of abandonment… in hip hop it’s often the father but in rock it’s often enough the mother, even if the mother just passes away too early for adolescence to wear itself out, and so it continues…
Your fan and friend,

The Rolling Stones – Ruby Tuesday
Dear Little Boy Blue & the Blue Boys,
The great biographer and critic, Robert Hilburn, used to say that The Rolling Stones made you feel good about who you were on a particular night, and that U2 made you feel good about who was standing next to you. Both of these are such great compliments. To be in the same sentence as you is a great compliment to our band.
RUBY TUESDAY / LET’S SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER was a double A side in the 60s… I love RUBY TUESDAY because it felt like a goodbye song and I’m always attracted to songs that find victory in defeat.
Keith, I also like it when I hear your voice behind the words sometimes… your gentility is always a surprise to people who don’t know you.
And you, Mick, have so many sides… and I for one am interested in all of them….
On the other A side, LET’S SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER… as well as being a great song about the moment, it reveals a character that will have more influence on U2’s life than almost anyone….
The Rolling Stones took stage performance in these mega shows to the next level.
Mick Jagger has more front than Harrod’s. The best frontman there ever was.
Mark Fisher sure helped, but it was your vision that made everyone else in the field/stadium have a better one. We used to go to concerts to listen, and just catch a glimpse of a lightshow if we were lucky.
Spending the night together got a lot better when The Rolling Stones blew up their blowup dolls, expanded their lip logo and stuck their tongue out at the world… you invented that kind of show and you have never been bettered.
Charlie, you bring such class to the act with your very English presentation… At a Stones show in MSG in the early 80s, I remember thinking that you and Bill Wymann, in his trouser suit, looked like the parents of three naughty kids.
We’ll never know what would have happened if Brian Jones was still here.
That The Rolling Stones exist at all is one of the great encouragements for any teenager who wants to believe they don’t have to grow up ALL THE WAY.
Your fan,

Elton John – Daniel
Dear Elton and Bernie,
Of all people, you both know sometimes songs are not what they were meant to mean, but rather what they need to mean to someone. I was 14, in a fox hole in Vietnam and fighting with my brother, Norman, at the time. It was some kind of civil war… the kind that follows a convulsion, a revolution, or a great bereavement where the world around you caves in and despots are required to restore order… but at the time it might just have been that I borrowed his Trump 350 without telling him and before I could ride one… the type of problem that might inspire a bro to leave Ireland for the Costa Brava!
Your fan,

Andrea Bocelli – Con Te Partirò
Dear Andrea,
Edge often says to me “Bono, nobody listens to the lyrics…” and he’s part winding me up, but part pointing out that music is its own language. My father did not speak Italian but he knew those operas… or maybe it is fairer to say they knew him.
This song is a masterpiece that even cringeworthy versions cannot destroy or take from you, who brought it into the world. There are few songs you would play at a wedding or a funeral… it’s goodbye to one world, and hello to another.
“I’ll go with you" is the translation… on an impossible journey is all I pick up from the rest of the words. That, and in the darkness we discover the direction of light.
I do love impossible journeys.
Il tuo fan,

Elvis Presley – Heartbreak Hotel
Dear Priscilla, Lisa Marie…
It’s hard to exaggerate the role Elvis played in American life. It’s hard to exaggerate the role Elvis played in my life… and I’m Irish.
I apologise for the irreverence of my attempt at an epic poem with AMERICAN DAVID… it was to be a joyous rant that attempted to explain how Elvis curled the stiff upper lip of WASP America and turned it into a sneer and how by embracing the sex appeal of African American music and dance he liberated the world.
He did have the face of Michelangelo's David though...please give me that.
What beggars belief is how a part time trucker in Memphis, Tennessee gets away with wearing eye make up and zoot suits from Lansky’s age 18. I gasp at the risk he must have put himself in. What he really drove was a style and music revolution that wasn’t surpassed till hip hop planted its rhyming flag across continents.
I choose this song because I have had my heart broken by distance. And I have spent many nights in this hotel that Darden and Axton constructed for Elvis to occupy.
Yours in debt,

Johnny Cash – Hurt
Dear John Jr,
As you of all people know, your father was at his very core a pilgrim, and though he would act demure and claim to be a journey man, the roads he travelled were both familiar and strange. Like the preacher protagonist in the holy book of wisdom Ecclesiastes… he went out in the world to uncover it and himself.
I wrote the lyrics of THE WANDERER on U2's ZOOROPA with that in mind, and threw in some humour to lighten the traveller's load… but in the end Trent Reznor wrote a song with more of the weight of the man, Johnny Cash, an immense man.
I’m grateful his peregrinations brought him home to you and the family,
Blessings to you, and a special hello to Rosanne whom I never met.
PS Thanks for finding the missing lyrics of Ellis island ....I will ‘soon comin’ finish the song your dad and I started.

This Mortal Coil – Song To The Siren
Dear Mortal Coilers,
I love this new collective, but forgive me if I want to focus on the voice of Liz Fraser for this one…
You see, I had never heard a voice like yours… though many have tried since, none have the ‘floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee’ punch in the gut that you have… feels like a moth gathering around flame on a candle burning in a ship’s cabin trapped in the imagination of Tim Buckley… or something like that.
“Did I dream you dreamed about me
Were you here when I was forced out
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks”

Suddenly I am thinking of my father-in-law who, at 87, told me the funniest joke I’ve ever heard about mortality: “Two caterpillars are walking along a country lane when a brightly coloured butterfly flies past , ‘you’d never get me up in one of those yokes’, says one caterpillar to the other. “
It made me laugh….
Your fan,

Kraftwerk – Neon Lights
Dear Ralf and Florian and All Kraftwerk Mensch,
I’ve been a fan for a very long time now… like so many, I heard AUTOBAHN and TRANS-EUROPE EXPRESS and was intrigued but THE MAN MACHINE stole my heart as well as my mind.
I gave Ali a copy to romance her on her 17th birthday in 1978… NEON LIGHTS is a song that brought into being a future that has now become so familiar, it is easy to forget just how strange it was.
This perfectly constructed pop song. All the space around the notes… so thematic… so memorable are the melodies and words. A portrait of a metropolis somewhere in the world, but this is for sure European soul music.
Thank you for being special guests in Manchester at our anti-nuclear show with Public Enemy and Big Audio Dynamite II.
And thank you, Ralf and Kraftwerk, for the loan of Florian for all these years… may he Rest In Peace.
Your fan,

Fugees – Killing Me Softly With His Song
I want to thank Fox and Gimbel for loaning your life to Lori Lieberman who then passed it onto Roberta Flack, who then passed it onto the Fugees… quite a tag-team. And I want to thank you Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill for passing it around to another generation looking to live in the cracks of this broken cup of a world.
You killed us twice.
Cause it’s a little death alright to hear this song… but a reason to be alive as a songwriter.
Merci mes amis.
Votre fan,

Prince – When Doves Cry
Dear Prince,
You are the most cinematic of musical geniuses.
Little Richard, Miles Davis and Marc Bolan all had it… and boy did they know it… but you had it the most of all the movie stars, rock stars, instinct avatars, and improviser auteurs. You were writing, producing, directing and starring as all the characters busting out from your magical, vivid soul. All you. All the time.
You were a “how can it be?” event everywhere you went… and this occurring nightly.
Master of the establishing shot…
“Dig if you will this picture…”
“I was working part time in the five and dime…”
“You don’t have to be beautiful to turn me on…”
The song always said what it was about from the start, like a Hemingway story, but like all great auteurs you could never guess what you’d do next until you did it and it became obvious.
Those choruses and concepts, and sounds and messages were impeccable and unbelievable…and the doves and everyone else would cry at the perfection of this font of melody and meaning…
and rhythm.
Was there ever a songwriter who understood the relationship between voice and drums more? James Brown is your only peer.
Having been blessed enough to spend my musical life with the great drummer Larry Mullen Jr, I find it even more incredible what you were able to do on your own… though you were, of course, always surrounded by the cream of the crop… CREAM.
Thank you for asking me to sing THE CROSS with you all those nights/years ago in Dublin… I wish I’d been close enough to take the nails and the hammer out of your hands.
I don’t believe anybody’s a genius… I think people just access it for a moment or a while…. but you came close.
Your fandango,

Daft Punk feat Pharrell – Get Lucky
Dear not-Daft-but-very-Punk spacemen, Thomas and Guy-Manuel, who push the envelope on your stroboscopic sounds but also look for discipline in the songwriting.
Students of song and dance, but also students of producer arrangers like Giorgio Moroder… and then you give him his place in your spotlight.
Spacemen and earth men… yes.

Dear Pharrell,
You are a reason to believe in what’s possible… you are a reason to believe in THE IMPOSSIBLE.
Mandela said “It always seems impossible until it is done.”
A song like this shouldn’t be, but it is.

Dear Nile,
You have been the holy host of some of my favorite songs ever… a prophetic figure. You didn’t have much of a family so you wrote WE ARE FAMILY. You weren’t having good times, so you wrote GOOD TIMES.
You wrote songs so you could be in them, and that light touch is never better than on this one.
You were across a few of my favourite songs ever… Thank you.
How could I not be a fan of this collaboration?

Madonna – Ray of Light
Dearest M,
This song has propelled a few great nights out… and of course our days are better for such excursions. The thing that catches me consistently about your work is not the luminescence, the wild personas, the feminism, the sexual activism… it’s the song writing. And often the production. Here, the great William Orbit… but so many other great songs. Because the thing that persists is your EAR for a great melody… and your LIP… whether biting or kissing or cussing or laughing.
Laughs, let’s have more of those.
Your fan,

JAY-Z feat Alicia Keys – Empire State of Mind
Dear Alicia & Jay,
Now, here we go… the masculine and the feminine… in such perfect opposition. And who would take on Sinatra, to write a better theme song for this great city? Only you.
Forget the Empire State Building, the braggadocio, the front, the attitude, the persona required to pull this off is as tall and defiant as the Freedom Tower.
The people that you, Jay, give permission to exist is the thing… the somebodies and the nobodies, the wannabies and the washed-up-me's all feel welcome in your language. And then outside of the persona - or is it inside? - such a sweet soul. I guess that’s where the bitter fruit personas have to hang out and circle wagons around the old-school shyness and kindness.
Alicia, I chose this song because it soars and you are that soaring. There are no brighter lights than truth-tellers and people who just carry the luminosity of goodness and grace like you brighter than any neon, any LED, any megapixel projection in Times Square… not even your eyes, but the way you see through them. You’re the “big light that inspires” me.
Your fan,

Talking Heads – Love Goes To Building on Fire
Dear Talking Heads,
I think this came out on a compilation, NEW WAVE… it certainly never made it onto a Talking Heads original studio album. I borrowed the compilation from my friend, Gavin Friday, who said when I returned it that it had jam on it, and perhaps some breadcrumbs… as if someone had been eating toast whilst reading the track list. I told him it was a punk thing to do.
Truth is, you were never a punk-sounding band…. your mettle was much more rarefied. That said, I don’t think there’s anything more punk than witnessing your arrival in the UK to play the Old Grey Whistle Test dressed as American tourists in London for the first time. One of you might’ve been carrying a camera.
That’s when we start to understand that revolt - if it truly is that - probably doesn’t dress up as that.
David, your character development makes quite an arch… from the tremulous voice debuting here, to the biting irony and dancing joy of the gigantic meta-performer you became in the film STOP MAKING SENSE all those experiments later. Wow.
I could’ve chosen LIFE DURING WARTIME or ONCE IN A LIFETIME’s dueting with Brian Eno, but I chose this song because of its tender lack of clever.
Thank you all for letting U2 support you on our very first tour of the UK… that was a very big break for us.
Your opening act,

Lou Reed – Satellite of Love
Dear Laurie,
We’ve lost a few greats in the last years and just a couple of weeks ago this vile virus took the genius and generosity of Hal Willner. It’s impossible to perceive Hal leaving the planet, a better image is him encircling us in these mad and maddening times… pure signal and still transmitting through all the music he made, and the laughs he made too. Humour black as a Lou Reed and Metallica album LULU “WOAH… this’ll sort the men from the lost boys.”
Lou loved him I know. I was just thinking again about Lou as an alchemist turning base metal into gold… he certainly knew how to turn noise into signal and signal into noise.
I asked him about great lyricists and he said “I’m a formalist but sometimes I look to crime writers like Raymond Chandler,” …“give me an example,” I questioned. “That blonde is about as beautiful as a split lip…how’s that for a lyric?” I choked and he smiled that mischievous smile.
How happy you made him…love got airborne and it still is.
Satellite of love.
Your earthly fan,

The Verve – Bitter Sweet Symphony
Dear Nick, Simon J, Peter and Simon T, Richard,
Somehow I feel that we are connected.
When you dedicated this song to our group “a little beat combo from Dublin” at your gig in The Olympia last year, it meant everything. I didn’t get to meet you for a hello that night as the road was running away from us, but everyone in the theatre got to meet you - and each other - on a higher plane.
Years ago I remember someone using the word ‘mad’ to describe what you were on about. Well in a world of war, greed and suffering, all I could hear was a higher form of sanity. I was with some atheists that night at the Olympia who thanked God for you and your music - as I do.
Some songs change your life, some songs save your life, some songs are your life.
On my way home an angel-headed-hipster sitting on the curb drinking from a can sung a cappella
“All the lost who can’t be found
Who feel they’re dead and hanging around
It’s the broken hearts who are breaking ground
We can sure hear the truth in your sound”
Even the drunk can feel sober listening to you - and the other way around too.
Your fan,

PS One thing though… as is obvious… I don’t go in for this “group breaking up thing”… I trust it was the kind of thing even a pliant male ego cannot sort.

Joy Division – Love Will Tear Us Apart
Dear Joy Division,
Thanks for letting us in that night. It was March and 1980 and U2 were being let into Strawberry Studios where you were recording and mixing this song.
We were there to meet Martin Hannett who produced your opus. We wanted him to produce our first song on Island Records, 11 O’CLOCK TICK TOCK, which he very kindly agreed to. Martin was very kind to us, as were all of you.
I remember thinking as my eyes scanned the vinyl albums scattered around the studio “these people are truly other worldly”…. Who would listen to Frank Sinatra and Kraftwerk and Bartók and Motown and the Stooges at the same time?
What sort of brains did this band contain?
And what do their brains contain?
And then the dark lord arrived with his hand out-stretched… the man, with the deepest voice on record since Jim Morrison lost his, opened his mouth and offered a simple “a’right lads” in a light lilting Manc moment. It was all too much… it still is.
Duality is the right word. Like all great art, this song/this band had at its very core a contradiction… LOVE WILL TEAR US APART.
Thank you for that,

New Order – True Faith
Dear Orders, new or old,
And how is this possible… very unsettling if you’re a singer. Not only can the band continue with the guitar player on mic, you reinvent rock’n’roll with classic understatement and a rhythmic propulsion that will soon make Manchester’s dance inferno a global firestorm with its digital/analogue crossover… Balearic beats, a rave scene with a mad mix of Manc and Spanish accents… grooves that cross oceans and enter New York’s paradise garage and everywhere else courtesy of BLUE MONDAY.
But TRUE FAITH is the one for me…. it’s the belief that “You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on” - to quote Samuel Beckett. A mesmerizing melody. Such a light touch.
“When I was a very small boy
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we've grown up together
They're afraid of what they see
That's the price that we all pay
And the value of destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there was just no way of knowing.”
To change the world twice, now that’s really something…
A true fan,

R.E.M. – Nightswimming
Dear Bill, Peter, Mike and Michael,
In the best songs it’s not just the band that dives in, the listener gets to dive in with you… so I have swam alongside the members of R.E.M. in their nakedness for quite some time now.
I hold this song in such high regard because I’ve rarely felt the innocence it suggests with such intensity as when listening to it. On our e+i tour I used to say that “at the far end of experience with some wisdom and good company, it might just be possible to recover innocence….”
To believe that Eden is ahead of us and not behind us — that’s a nice thought, isn’t it?
God bless John Paul Jones for his arrangement and Deborah for her beautiful oboe.
Mike, piano playing is a perfect foil as your harmonies are to so many of these great R.E.M. songs.
Peter, you and Edge may be the greatest people in rock’n’roll for getting out of the singer's way… I’m told that takes a lot of discipline and humility!
Bill, for drummers, timing is everything so who could question your timing for departure? That you are well and healthy is all that matters.
Michael, you could sing the mythical phonebook, but instead you sing us to addresses not recorded elsewhere…. sometimes the actual dreams that you have in your bed whilst asleep at night… your actual descriptions of what happens to you in your interior world… this is rapid eye movement. This is
R.E.M. After y’all broke up, I was kind of happy that you’d made peace with the world of expectation and ended on such a high tremulous note. Recently, I’m not so happy. I ache for the ache at the heart of your band. I long with the longing that is the mind of R.E.M. The wanderlust. The returning. And that baritone…. God help us all. That baritone might just fix the brokenness we all feel right now. Indeed, NO TIME FOR LOVE LIKE NOW.
"I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago
The fear of getting caught
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away
Replaced by everyday"
Your fan,

Adele – Chasing Pavements
Dear Adele,
A lot of my favourite songs are conversations, but only some of them are written like that… this feels like a conversation with yourself.
Who isn’t interested after the first line “I’ve made up my mind, don’t need to think it over”?
This song brought me to you. I have no idea what it’s about, but here was/is an artist who’s going to ask a lot of hard questions to her herself and everyone else… that was and is enough for me.
Bless you,

Arcade Fire – Wake Up
Dearest Arsonists,
Is it Pavlov’s dog or just the fear of failure anyone would feel walking onto a stage after this extraordinary composition? But every time I hear this song I want to take a piss.
U2 walked on to this song 131 times on the Vertigo Tour. But I have walked out of countless rooms where it was just on in the back ground and for the same reason, it’s like a siren beckoning me to be better than I am… telling the band they can go everywhere tonight… telling the world to WAKE UP.
“Children, wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust”
Love from the Kanaval, off to take a piss….

Pixies – Monkey Gone to Heaven
Dear Kim, Joey, David and Black Francis,
America likes to be the first we hear again and again, and we were most delighted for you that Albert II became the first primate in space in 1949… and we understand how upset President Eisenhower was on hearing the Russians had Sputnik, the first spacecraft/satellite orbiting the Earth… and how it pushed him to decree that the US must not fall behind in space production and technology…. and so four academic institutions were funded to make sure America would get everywhere first: MIT, Stanford, Carnegie-Mellon, and Berkeley.
If you allow me to continue the rant… these government funded public projects propelled American science and research into the present moment... the personal computer, the internet and artificial intelligence. When everyone gets all excited by small government and how the private sector can sort most problems if the government would just get out of the way, I point to how America got to be first in tech… I also point to your song about a monkey heading off to break the Kármán line, cause this song is the first of its kind. Untouchable. And incomparable. The Big Bang of what some people call grunge.
Charles, excuse this fan running off the mouth with your song, but that’s what we fans do.
Kim, your vocals are central to its appeal.
Thank you, Joey, thank you, David. Thanks to the spirit of Black Francis…
We got a monkey in heaven and one of the greatest rock’n’roll bands of all times.
Your space cowboy,

Oasis – Live Forever
Dear Oasis,
“I think you’re the same as me
We see things they’ll never see’
I don’t know what this song is about… I don’t want to know. I know you wrote this song but it belongs to me… well, it doesn’t really, it belongs to us… or anyone who was ever in a band.
Cause whatever you say, this song is about being in a band. And it’s us against the world…a very different feeling from me against the world. The last gang in town versus the man alone.
I love the singing and the playing and the lyric and Liam and Noel and Tony and the two Pauls… I love it all… and now I don’t need to live forever as much.
Your fan,

Iggy Pop – Lust For Life
Dear Iggy,
The picture of health that you appear on the cover of the album, LUST FOR LIFE, was so inspirational to me and my friends. We thought to ourselves 'if Iggy made it, we all can’… that turned out not to be true. But in and around the death cult that follows rock, it felt so bold and bracing to hear you sing…
“I'm through with sleeping on the
Sidewalk - no more beating my brains
No more beating my brains”
… And the set up was so perfect:
“Here comes Johnny Yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And the flesh machine
He's gonna do another striptease”

That voice that carries those words carried so many of us. The intellect as sharp as flint fists… but if you were stupid enough to miss the intellectual Iggy Pop, the instinctual was there for you… part animal/part animus, it was an adrenaline rush to see you leap from the stage into us, smashing the fourth wall with your head. There’s something annoying about the safe distance that separates performers from their crowd, but no one brought such a violence to cross that moat like you.
The stage usually is an up-drawbridge situation that offers regency, a crown… rock is feudal. It appeared to us that you revolted against yourself, you threw away your own crown… or something like that.
There may be less than a dozen performers that I have felt are so unhappy with the hierarchy of the stage and its separateness, that they might leave the stage any minute and enter your life, follow you home… which is the desire of all dramaturges that the play sleeps beside you, and you will wake with it the next day.
I witnessed this with Steven Berkoff and Olwen Fouéré in Wilde’s SALOMÉ. I witnessed it with Mark Rylance in Jez Butterworth’s JERUSALEM. Daniel Day Lewis actually walked off stage during HAMLET. Sean Penn has it on film, Ben Mendelsohn too. Robert De Niro might’ve invented it. In rock ’n’ roll Eddie Vedder would definitely share a taxi home. Patti Smith used to push through her own crowd to reach the stage.
But you, Iggy, may have jumped out of your own skin to get to us.
Thanks for the blood, the sweat, and the sparing of the tears.
Your fan,

Gavin Friday – Angel
Dearest Gavin,
I know we both believe in angels… not just the seraphim and cherubim, but the ability for people to become them in a moment for a friend, or family, or even a stranger. Baz Luhrmann’s ROMEO + JULIET was one of the greatest readings of Shakespeare I ever saw… and there was your ANGEL’s soothing siren bringing the star crossed lovers of any time together… even the Capulets and the Montagues paused.
Your fan and friend from the other end of Cedarwood,

Massive Attack – Safe From Harm
Dear Massives and Shara…
What a voice you have, what a song we have, what a picture you all paint, what a wicked world we sometimes walk through… and yes, we want to make it better for everyone but somewhere in that bargain we want a safe place to fall ourselves.
Our loved ones are all we have… please, please, please “You can free the world, you can free my mind, Just as long as my baby's safe from harm tonight”
Thanks for giving me permission to not fully let go of the rage behind all vulnerability… it can propel.
Your fan,

Kendrick Lamar feat U2 – XXX
I liked your crew when we did the opening of The GRAMMYs. They were shit hot and organised. It was a ballet, it was an opera, it was fusion between hip hop and rock ’n’ roll but it was not confusion.
The fun we had on AMERICAN SOUL was singing “You are rock and roll” to you…. because you are. And a whole lot more.
There’s a righteous anger that is hard to argue with. Oh yeah, there’s a righteous punch that could take down a much bigger man, oh yeah.
For a moment, any of us can be that fist. We don’t own it, it owns us. But I wouldn’t want to get in the way of it.
The fact that you’re playful, self-deprecating, as well as revelatory is a note to self. I asked you at the time if you’d rap about where America was at, and your reply was to rap about where America isn’t at. Smart.
I hope one day to get to know you better.
I hope when these years stop running away… maybe they’ll run toward us.
Love and pizza,

Bob Marley & The Wailers – Redemption Song
Oh how dear to me are the Marley family… thanks for sharing your father, your man.
“Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I”

It’s a tangent and not one that intends to make any parallel between Irish oppression and slavery but I was reminded recently of Irish indentured servants who were sent to the West Indies involuntarily…. begun under Charles I, but done on a grander scale under Oliver Cromwell during the 1650s, initially to Barbados the leeward islands and later to Jamaica where Cromwell used forced decoration as a means to repopulate the island.
There is, I’m told, still a community on Barbados referred to as the “Redlegs” that remembers their ancestors pale skin burning in the tropical sun...
The Irish do share a few things with Jamaica above our love of rum and our shared lilting accent (especially if you are from Cork and Kerry… one, two, tree...)
It is surely the mixing of religion and politics and the righteous indignation that seeds a spirit of revolt .The Wailers made rebel music that feels very familiar to Irish ears… and even to English ears like Chris Blackwell who signed Bob to Island Records. He could always feel the influence of original wailers like the militant Peter Tosh and the mountain mystic bunny wailer… and in the back ground the dub reverb of Lee Scratch Perry.
The Marleys did not grow up in Irish town but they hail from Trench Town….7 miles away, named after an Irish immigrant Daniel Power Trench. That lilt is a dead give away but this rebel music… these songs of freedom belong to anyone who wanted to lose chains of any kind

“Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pits
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs”

Go home… nothing else to add.
Your Marley fan,

Echo & the Bunnymen – Rescue
Dearest Ian, Will et al. Bunnymen everywhere…
May 10th this year was a bit of a landmark for me. I turned 60 and from what I can tell I am alive and feeling very grateful to be so… I am also grateful to you and your songs for playing a role in getting me from there to here.
RESCUE is a great song/45/call for renewal and definitely made my life and times better.
I don’t think U2 would be as good as we are without Echo and the Bunnymen… You really raised the standard in what could be achieved by not ‘growing up’…
The guitars, bass and drum so unique, the production of the songs usually so deft and unobtrusive… The voice, the baritone, the bell canto, and the lips like sugar… and weedkiller when they had to be.
I remember the confidence of your early shows, in both production and stance… the giddiness, the giddy up-ness… I was so relieved to see you hadn’t lost any of that vocal/ lyrical power when I saw you on stage at Electric Picnic last year.
Stay safe in every other way.
Your fan,

Nirvana – Smells Like Teen Spirit
Dear Frances Bean Cobain,
Forgive my intrusion… you know all this stuff, but by addressing it to you I remind myself that before the internet a band could only be heard by having a record out, getting it on the radio, or blowing people away at their shows. Imagine that. You couldn’t hear them otherwise… but you might hear ABOUT them…
And around 30 years ago a wild rumour spread around Dublin about a band that had opened up for the great Sonic Youth in the Top Hat, Dun Laoghaire and torn the place apart. Everyone who was there was telling everybody who wasn’t there that they should have been there, to see this Seattle three piece incinerate the Dun Laoghaire ballroom where not that many years before we had seen The Clash and The Jam and The Stranglers. In fact, U2 had opened up for The Stranglers at the same venue.
The comparisons being made were to The Who, Hendrix, The Sex Pistols… the impossible rock greats with a punk soul and anger. Some were saying that they were the best band they’d ever seen or ever would see.
I didn’t immediately dismiss this as impossible, but I admit I found it unlikely…but people kept talking about this band Nirvana and how they were changing people’s lives and that this was happening every night everywhere they played.
When I heard SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT, it was like the hyperbole hadn’t even been half enough…it was insane, an instant classic that changed the world immediately.
What a band.
What a song.
What a sound.
What a voice.
The force that is in this music can never be extinguished, or covered up, or ignored or destroyed because it is too great.
For all its pain and anger, this is life force. Vitality. Hope.
This must be no compensation for you, but I just wanted to remember the flame that lit up so many lives.
Keep safe in every other way,

Pearl Jam – Jeremy
Dear Pearl Jammers,
Eddie, you told me that you once worked backstage as local crew at a U2 show, lumping our gear around. You are indeed someone I would turn to if I needed some heavy weight to be lifted.
This song is so, so heavy… but we feel lighter after we hear it. I asked you once how you took care of your voice, and you explained, not in a facetious way, that it took care of you and that you are happy in whatever condition it turns up because, sore or soft, it just puts a new spin on what you’re singing. I had two thoughts…. 1 this man is a masochist 2 this man is a mystic. I am now sure you are 3 a surfer… riding those waves that can smash your body to pieces… and still able to enjoy the stillness of the waiting game all surfers must love.
Real bands like this have to wait for magic, for the wave to break. It’s sometimes a painful painstaking business, but the pleasure of coming across a song like this is a holy thrill.
Your dudeness,

Bob Dylan – Most of the Time
Dearest Bob
Well, where to start?
It could be BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND… like I was in Slane Castle, making it up as I went along. You let me sing beside you.
You reminisced about Liam Clancy and Tommy Makem in the West Village, encouraging me “you’ve not just got to make your own song up, you got to make yourself up too”.
In the scriptures, the apostle John has his view on BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND….. John 3:8 “The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”
The biblical stuff continues…
It could be IT’S ALRIGHT, MA (I’M ONLY BLEEDING) even just for the epitaph “He not busy being born is busy dying”.
It could be SERIES OF DREAMS because I love the video by Charlie Whisker; the rolling drums and 50’s production from Daniel Lanois.
And yes, your fans love you rock-facing into the chilly winds. Mortality. Humbug.
It could be SEÑOR (TALES OF A YANKEE POWER) with the mute power of the landscape and the archangel riding beside you in silence too. Death has loads of dominion…
It could be RING THEM BELLS with their heralding of a higher power to fight those who are
“breaking down the distance; between right and wrong”.
It could be EVERY GRAIN OF SAND, which Steve Jobs wanted at his goodbye… One of the last things he said to me was a throw down “why can’t you write something like this for people my age?”… he meant my age. I brought him EVERY BREAKING WAVE… he waved.
It could be DIGNITY… I love that Mary Lou. But she’s back again with FALSE PROPHET, with its Beckett-like ways. More and more we need that unblinking eye of “the sun shone, having no alternative”…. and you have it, laughter as the first and last line of defense.
It could be VISIONS OF JOHANNA with the greatest opening couplet ever….
“Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it”.
It could be BROWNSVILLE GIRL with Sam Shepard. A brand new song format as well as another song where the protagonist is not at the centre of the action… “Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul”.
It could be so many of your songs I turn to, but most of the time it’s MOST OF THE TIME.
Because we love the idea that you/we can still have our heart broken.
Can a life so full be capable of the emptiness love leaves behind?
We know the price of love is grief, so we make friends with the void and the consolation prize is of course beauty, and the fun you seem to have filling that hole…

AND the Daniel Lanois bass hook…
“I can survive,
And I can endure
And I don't even think
About her
Most of the time”
Your Irish fan club,

Beyoncé feat Kendrick Lamar – Freedom
Dear Beyoncé, Kendrick,
I mean this is going for broke. This is going for the break out.
Every prison that ever held a soul is going to feel the ground shake and the bars rattle here. Freedom is at the heart of why we make music, freedom from a toxic situation, from an oppressive nation, freedom from addiction or any self taught affliction, freedom from our own DNA. Spiritual and sexual liberation… that’s why we’re all here.
There is nowhere this song is not going to go. That freedom's torch here is carried by you two standard bearers… I give thanks.
And the last line spoken by Hattie White
“I was served lemons but I made lemonade.”
Well in my 60 years, I was served many platters but rarely one like the Queen Bey’s album LEMONADE.
Your fan,

Depeche Mode – Walking in My Shoes
Dear Andy, Martin, Dave and Alan,
This is a deeply moving and profound record if you’ve ever had to walk a difficult mile or two down some dark and strange personal roads. There is no dichotomy here between Saturday night and Sunday morning coming down.
A uniquely European electronic fusion between blues and gospel, where the contradiction is embraced with honesty and the bare facts of the case laid out before….who?
The singer himself?
To me it feels like a psalm… something like one of Richard Ashcroft’s urban hymns…
A metallic K.O. of a sung prayer.
A blunt and beautiful declaration of a need for healing and of the need for fellow feeling. I can feel Flood, I can feel Spike, what glorious compatriots you had on this supersonic flight.
Your fan,

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Into My Arms
Dearest Nick,
I always thought of this song as a lullaby, a somnambulant prayer for a peaceful sleep… in the singer's arms of course. It’s so hard to let go of a lover, a child, an age. Time slows when this black beauty of a tune turns, and as I listen right now time is hardly breathing. I’m thinking for a moment I’m the darling that does believe in an interventionist God… and I’m looking for an intervention.
This lullaby eases people into deeper sleeps. You played it at Michael Hutchence’s funeral with the lights and the camera turned off. It doesn’t have to be dark to pray but the darkness can bring you there quicker. I know you know that.
Many years from this song's source you let us into your own family’s grief. Presently it feels like the whole world grieves because there are the lives being lost so unnecessarily to this covid-catastrophe, bringing the world to its knees. But there is another kind of death going on… The death of our innocence, and I’m personally fine with that. If innocence is the naivety that whispers everything is going to be ok and shields us from taking responsibility for our actions or inactions, then let’s replace that whisper with a shout of ‘Don’t agonise, organise!”
Richard Rohr is a Franciscan friar I’ve been reading… he runs a place out in the desert of New Mexico, it’s called the Centre for Action and Contemplation. I love that order of events.
Anyway…Thank you to your whole family for sharing whatever scraps of insights or rare earth discoveries you find on your daily dig for meaning after Arthur’s passing.
Red Hand Files is a fount for so many of us.
All I discovered is… there is no end to grief, that’s how we know there is no end to love.
Your fellow pligrim,

Simon & Garfunkel – The Sounds of Silence
Dear Paul and Art,
The poet Allen Ginsberg told me once that more than a few of the poets, songwriters and artists he admired had seen visions… and that was before they experimented with psychoactive drugs. He described a vision as an experience “bigger than the eyes or rational mind”… I nodded as if I knew what he meant and I still think I do.
When I heard you guys singing this song I was 12 or 13 and at my most porous to music. Puberty was expanding my mind, as well as my libido, and I remember thinking this song is not just about prayer, it is a prayer… it speaks to the silence and at the end of the song the silence answers back saying…
“The words of the prophet are
Written on the subway walls
And tenement hall
And whispered in the sound of silence.”
…And I thought, any day now I’m going to meet Jean-Michel Basquiat and Kendrick Lamar… ok, THAT’S not true… but later in my life I wondered to myself is all art prophesy? Do even the crap songs and sculptures and poems and paintings tell us something about who we are and why? And of course they do, but the great ones are just about tolerable so we listen again and again and again and they become meditations…
I read in the Book of Kings how Elijah the prophet is told to go up on the mountain where there would be a cave, where if he listened, he would hear the voice of God.
Elijah did what he was told and felt sure he was right when the earth began to shake… he walked to the opening of the cave but no word from his creator.
Then a mighty wind, indeed a hurricane… he stepped forward but still nothing.
Then a lightening wild fire, and again nothing.
After a while he just set back down and was likely questioning even being there when a light breeze brushed over him… the most gentle aeration…a whisper from the sound of silence.
These songs come from a place we need to visit more.
Your fan,

Coldplay – Clocks
Dear Coldplay
You’re unspeakably great here.
I could have chosen YELLOW as I like the folky roots of your first album PARACHUTES. I could have chosen VIVA LA VIDA which is a great lyric about why England never had a revolution like France or wherever (I’d say it was the tea drinking… coffee would have done it.)
I chose CLOCKS because I can hold onto it tighter than time… I think it might hold onto me. CLOCKS arrived in the nick of time with it’s Phillip Glass-type arpeggiation and ecstatic exhortation… I just punched the air in a manly, but not aggressive way…. “They are not a rock band” I thought out loud to my self, “there is something much more interesting going on… they’re like The Isley Brothers or something.”
You see, rage is the river running under most rock formations. This music has a different source and it is revealed on this song.
When I discover what it is I will write another fan letter.
Whatever it is, it is definitely the cure and not the disease.

INXS – Never Tear Us Apart
Dear Tiger Lily,
Nobody ever had a better time than Michael Hutchence and nobody else ever had a better time than when they were with him.
Light on his feet and light on the head, he always appeared to be where he was meant to be. Whoever Michael was with was his current assignment and he took it on with the impish charm of a golden age Hollywood sophisticate.
Like all great charmers, he had absolutely no agenda apart from the desperate need to charm every single human-being he met. He was adored and adorable, a dancer who made others dance, a down to earth aesthete with a rock’n’roll smile, a mile wide… and A LOT of hair in the video.
Yes, Tiger, your Da was someone that everybody was happy to see… and happiness is the ultimate form of genius as we all know.
A fan once said to Cary Grant “When i see you in a movie, i wish i was you.”
Grant famously replied “so do i…”
A lot of singers know what he meant.
But the bigger the front, the bigger the back and all of that. So that’s why my favourite is this one. Another great production from Chris Thomas. On a ballad like this, Chris lets us listen to the thief steal hearts…his own. His voice and heart break at the same time. They are soulful lyrics but Andrew Faris’s melody appears from another age and leaves the whole affair timeless. And yes, what a great band the singer was in.
Bless you,

New Radicals – You Get What You Give
Dear Gregg,
Glorious spirit, guileless man, there you are singing yourself out of your skin and there I was with my broken body after some bruising encounter… a New Year’s Eve with my daughter of the same name asking me to fix things as the stereo had frozen at 12 bells… silence following screaming as she and her sister Jordan waited with their friends for the funky clutch that is Sister Sledge’s WE ARE FAMILY… waiting for lift off into a seventies themed post midnight melee with big hair and big bass lines.
Then sound system meltdown… then nothing… less than nothing… the ground opened up to eat the rock star who has long longed for the moment his daughters might ask for his help but they are so accomplished it hasn’t happened until now… “can you fix this?” they implore, “of course I can” replies Daddy Uncool who thinks he can talk, kick or kiss the technology into the next year… but he can’t…
And so I swaggered on the outside, up to the decks and the vinyl, but inside I was kneeling and praying to the God who turns signal from noise for a rescue… for a mirror ball from heaven.
But no I did not receive the disco benediction or get the familial answer I was looking for, but Gregg I got your song randomly selected… a song that is so transcendent it could breathe life into any dead air…
“Don’t let go… you’ve got the music in you
One dance left, this world is going to pull through
Don’t give up… you’ve got a reason to live
Can't forget… We only get what we give”
Your fan,

Angélique Kidjo – Agolo
Dear Angelique,
It’s late at night and the party is growing tired.. there has been food and drink and dancing…people have moved to couches, starting to talk earnestly if slightly erratically, about feelings or work or politics… engaging for the ones talking (yes, me), tedious for the listeners... my wife Ali takes a strong view that parties are for partying and that people should not NOT be having fun while there is still fun to be had. She has a plan that works every time. It's called AGOLO.
Your voice cuts through the torpor like a laser beam ray of sheer joy…like a pizza cutter through the box of boring and all. Immediately all earnestness is vanquished and languished bodies become taut and vertical again, dancing their socks off. It’s as if you are here, your irresistible magnetism pulling people to the dance floor.
Your music has taught me its OK for an Irishman to try and dance with his whole body not just his feet.
Your activism has taught me that it's OK to be full of rage and still smile and dance with joy. In fact it’s the only way to get anything done.
Thank you, Angelique.
Your fan,

Lady Gaga – Born This Way
Dear Lady Gaga,
On first hearing this I knew, like everyone, how clear the concept was and that the chorus would be one of those. It was on the second listen that I realised the lyrical power of the set up with lines like
“God makes no mistakes”
This is your show, this is your life… to sing for the people who feel outside of themselves, outside of song, outside of Grace, and to sing us back inside.
A song can be too perfect but this one isn’t… Its perfection is that it loves the cracks that we all fall down. Some in high heels, some flat on our face or on our knees.
If Cole Porter was reincarnated as a 21st century dance pop female showbiz phenomenon, she surely would have written a song like this.
My friend Simo Carmo dog #NoCoinNoBootie says all his favourite songs from the rave era have a spiritual freedom/ yearning quality, a striving for a better world.
Gaga you outdid them all with this one. This song will be sung forever.
Your supra fan,

Frank Sinatra & Bono – I’ve Got You Under My Skin
Dear Nancy,
You lived with him, I worked with him… what a character.
This song didn’t so much save my life as my ass in certain company… the company I wanted to keep at the time. Jazzy people.
Frank taught me the meaning of interpretive singing. I heard a version of MY WAY recorded in his later years that took the unrepentant boast of the original ’69 recording and made it an apology. The same arrangement, the same words, but now a mea culpa …IMPOSSIBLE. But that was his brilliance. I think he grew away from the song.
I chose UNDER MY SKIN because of Cole Porter’s lyric, which is a lot more haunted (or hunted) than people think… it’s the agony and the ecstasy, for sure.
Your old man’s voice was like a fist… I just tried to get out of its way. I flew below, then above his air space. I did throw in “you old fool” just to tease him. We got on like a road house on fire.
Edge and I wrote him TWO SHOTS OF HAPPY, ONE SHOT OF SAD. So happy you recorded it.
Love to your loves,

David Bowie – Heroes
Dearest Iman,
I was thinking today that one of the many gifts David gave a lot of us early on was the gift of being someone else… It’s that Oscar Wilde quote, give the man ‘a mask, and he will tell you the truth’.
I took a new name and opted for an exaggerated version of myself to deal with being on a stage.
David’s subjects were often heightened super selves fighting their super egos until of course he met you, his match, his boss-of-me, his supercharged woman, mate, and wife. With you it looked to me like he stepped down from the stage and into a version of himself that was so much more himself than he’d ever been before… and I think that was the truly heroic thing… not being in Berlin making the greatest and most original music of the time… but later taking off the mask that was working so well for him as a public figure and heading off to find his face before the world was made… or if there was such a person.
To find the extraordinary in the ordinary… to make others the heroes… you for a start.

Dearest Brian,
I can so feel your presence on this song… what a presence it is… so many of us have climbed aboard your thinking and your strategies for making music, art and risotto.
As writer, performer, producer there is no one alive that has had more influence on more music genres than you in the last 50 years… that's just it.
Way beyond fan, way beyond friend,

Simple Minds – New Gold Dream (81/82/83/84)
Dear Simpletons,
I don’t know if I ever mentioned this, but Bill Graham, the Hot Press journalist, was some kind of seer… he certainly had a very big brain, and he certainly did U2 a favour when he pointed us in the direction of Paul McGuinness and said "this should be your manager".
When we could just about get into wine bars, and underground cellars age 18 (sort of!) and met Bill after he’d been surfing some burgundy, he would get very excited and repeat “81-82-83-84” into my ears… I thought he was suggesting that U2 would eventually get there during those years. What I didn’t realize is he was hallucinating a hook for a Simple Minds song that would prove germane to U2’s evolution from a rock band into something much more ecstatic. Without the album, NEW GOLD DREAM, I don’t believe there would have been an UNFORGETTABLE FIRE or a JOSHUA TREE… Charlie and Mick, you accessed this ecstatic music and Jim had the poetry to paint the picture.
“New Gold Dream
Sun is set in front of me, worldwide on the widest screen
New Gold Dream
Burning bridge and ecstasy, crashing beasts and fantasy”
… You promised us a miracle, and they’re all around us.
Thank you.

Sinéad O’Connor – You Made Me the Thief Of Your Heart
I heard your voice first as a teenager, maybe you were 15 or 16. It was a demo of a song called TAKE MY HAND from Steve Wickham’s newly formed band In Tua Nua and I felt I had stumbled upon a new land with its own unique voice.
I was as impressed as everyone else with all the great singing and the songs along the way, but the next time I was moved like this was at a solo show here in Dublin where you sang “thief” and you stole my heart all over again.
The song was written quickly by me, Gavin Friday and the Man Seezer for the award winning IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER starring Daniel Day Lewis. Jim Sheridan said something like “even though it’s IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER, it’s all about the mother. A man can’t sing this song. Mother Ireland needs a woman’s voice."
It was recorded in STS studios Dublin with great sensitivity by Tim Simenon…you lit candles.
Peace be upon you,

Van Morrison – A Sense of Wonder
Dear Van,
Just a note to remind you of how much we love you, maestro… you and your magnificent soul… sense of wonder is all… living in the eternal moment is all… explorations.
You sing us through your inquiries… we’ve travelled with you all the way. We’re all searching for a home that’s not just an island.
Ah the vicissitudes… but, as well as shite, love is around every corner… I think.
Your fan,

Bruce Springsteen – There Goes My Miracle
Dearest Bruce,
There are so many artists on this list that have taught me so much about art and a good few about life. Part of your art was how you were going to live your life, and a refusal to be undignified in the spotlight. I couldn’t follow you there but I at least sought meaning in my mistakes rather than just a playground… though now that I think about it… I did that too.
You had one video where you looked like you shouldn’t be there… I can’t ever look at Youtube.
There appears to be no absurd aspirational dressing or flashiness either, and you have quite the card to play.
You are not just The Boss, you’re the chairman and the head of the union and the car park attendant… you’re the comrade, the bandmate, the lover, the farmer, the husband, the father.
I don’t know if this is about a father saying goodbye to his daughter as she sets off to find her own life… I don’t need to know.
It’s about everybody who has to let go of something perfect.
THERE GOES MY MIRACLE is the greatest singing and writing of your life, I guess it took your whole life. And yes, some of us feel like we’ve lived it with you.
Your amigo,

Danny Lanois – The Maker
Dearest Danny boy Lanois,
Yes, you are a priest of music… and you will make a human sacrifice if you have to, and you don’t care if it’s me, them or you.
Still, there’s a touch of the carnival about you… you’re not all lent, you know. You understand and empathise with the ones who work at night, who move along, who don’t stop too long to think about where they’re going and what they’ve left behind, and who or what they will or won’t find, or what might be chasing them.
You know very well what drives them, it’s part of you. And thats why you’re so precise and still in your devotion to rock ’n’ roll music. You marshal the chaos, and turn it not exactly into order… but something beautiful. The beauty of truth, as the man said.
Nothing stops you in that mission…well, I’ve never seen anything stop you, and don’t believe anything ever will… you’re hell-bent on heaven at any cost, and that’s why we’d better hitch a ride with you or get out of yer way.
And if some think you’re strange…. you’re NOT a “stranger in the eyes of THE MAKER”
Your fan, always FALLING AT YOUR FEET,

Peter Frampton – Show Me The Way
Dear Peter,
Before Joey Ramone gave me my voice, this song saved me as a singer. U2 played it in the Mount Temple gym… I used to turn it into a prayer. I have always believed that God hears me clearer when I sing, not when I speak.
Years later I met you in a city clinic as an AIDS activist with your hair shorn. You were a proper person who wanted no fuss, but I should have fussed… I should have told you the above.
Your fan,

Bee Gees – Immortality
Dear Barry,
I could have picked the STAYING ALIVE 12 inch vinyl version as it’s an invocation that gets trickier to pull off by the year, but I’m going to run with IMMORTALITY because when you last played Dublin there was no other Bee Gee on stage and IMMORTALITY was the encore you played with and for your brothers....
“We don't say goodbye
And I know what I've got to be”
There’s a reason why John Lennon loved your songs, there’s a reason why I love your songs… they’re just better than most people’s. I know songwriting or any art form is not supposed to be empirical, but it’s just not true… some songs are better than others. And this is one of them. And so is MASSACHUSETTS, and so is TRAGEDY… I mean really, how dare you…
Fuck off from a fan,