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  1. This is a poem I wrote in an hour for The Edge's birthday. It mostly relates to the only time I have met him in Dublin but chose not to ask for an autograph, because he was with his family. I do firmly believe that the opportunity to meet him in person will present itself again. Thank you for reading my words.
  2. Hi Lenie, Have you heard back?
  3. Ciara was amazing on this. And she is a sweetheart. She wants to have Eve Hewson now, so let's keep our fingers crossed.
  4. The pandemic is sadly pretty much here and there is a debate between people who have received the vaccine and people who refuse it. Because of this, every country has its own issues. The touring industry, especially in large venues, is heavily affected. It's really hard to predict when artists will be able to perform live again. This includes the future touring life of U2. The longer we wait, the better the anticipation! Think of this as new songs, new technology, new ideas. Perhaps also new venues! And meanwhile, save your money, so you can get to see more shows.
  5. I am surprised nobody has responded to your post. So sorry about that. So let me answer first! I listen to U2X Radio mostly for Gavin Friday. I am also a big fan of his work. My Desire show aired last year, on September 29th. It was unfortunately for me largely edited, judged too graphic and sad. The audio of my Desire show is on YouTube and on my website.
  6. I am so happy to share my first U2 video with my own artwork. For this first video, I have used Zoo Station. I hope you enjoy it! https://youtu.be/HzW8Jr2rg78
  7. Happy to see you here... We follow each other on Twitter.


  8. Any news on the Desire show? How long did it take you to hear back? I submitted by first recording on 07/16 and I still haven't heard back. It's frustrating not knowing or not having any response.
  9. © Valerie Hartman

  10. You came along with your blue eyes, And you knew how to work the cameras. Already, you had so much personality, So much presence, so much chemistry. You were the showman before the show had even started. Showman, you stole the show at the Live Aid. Soon, all the girls would want to dance with you, From a dream to a tear, all because of you. You came back from Ethiopia with a mission. You had to tell the world of your intention. You were not going to take any crap. It was you, after all, Irishman, who put Ireland on the map. Defending the less fortunate, always on the frontline. Speaking up so loud, you never got tired. Always, you took the blame. Always, you ran to the streets with no name. So many doors got slammed to your face. When it started, some thought you wouldn’t pass the test. You started with nothing; she even had to pay the rent. If the landlady had the key, it was the key to the genius in your head. I remember the long hair back in the 80s. The girls wanted to be picked on stage for the thrills. So many years have passed and I have been a fan for all this time. So many songs I have heard and still I am stuck on that rhyme. You have done so much for this world, my dear. Yet there is so much work that is unfinished. You are 60, and I remember when love came to town. And still we have never met, so why don’t you let me in the sound? My activist, you used to sing well, but now you sing even better. Just stay off that bicycle, you must live on forever. Don’t fade away, we need more elevation, And don’t forget my invitation to your radio station. So it’s your big day, Fly man. Have you figured out TikTok yet, or Zoom? Just like all of us, are you stuck at home? Will the good wishes be delivered by a drone? I wish you nothing but the very best: be happy, be healthy, be the one. Make us dream for a better world, make us dream out loud. Take good care of yourself, and stay away from that virus shit. Might as well write some songs, if there’s nothing on Netflix. Let’s meet up some day, my MacPhisto. In the meantime, here’s to you… Happy birthday, dear Bono.
  11. There is so much you have already heard, so let me tell you something else. I can still picture you with your long hair, which means I have been a fan for a long time. It started when your hair was still growing, actually. So you see, it’s been a long time. I get the impression that it was yesterday, when I was intimidated by you. It’s funny to remember, because I don’t feel that way anymore. I am listening to your voice. You are singing while I am trying to find the right words. I can still picture you with your long hair; the posters in my teenage bedroom. I have walked on your beach, I have walked in your street. I have walked a little further, then turned around, and finally, I never came back. I have lived in the Dublin you probably haven’t been for an eternity. I have lived in your Dublin which was no longer for me. We have never met. Long hair in the wind, blowing in the face, it’s annoying. It’s beautiful too. To tell you the truth, I don’t think I have moved from those years. You cannot be 60, it’s impossible. I can still picture you with your long hair, as it if was yesterday. But actually, I have moved on, of course. The streets of Dublin I have lived are the ones fans do not go. However, me too, I am a fan. I got lost to your songs and to the sound of your voice. Then the song ended. I went home, when I had one. You started with nothing. Bad mouths would say that you wouldn’t last. Contracts were not offered and doors got slammed to your face. You too, you slept here and there. You too. My bus would go all the way to your old street, the one with the seven towers. You went on to be taller than them. You became as beautiful as those walls that carried your name. Your name, an identical pronunciation in every language. What an idea to be called after a shop for deaf people. It’s not even a name I would have thought of giving to a guy with long hair. Still, that shop, I have walked by it, you have walked by it. We have never met. So you are 60. It doesn’t seem like it. Well actually, it does. Your voice has changed, but in a good way. You sing better. And I am telling you this as a fan I had forgotten. Your voice is like a good wine. We lift our heads like we raise our glass. It’s your words we sing, reminding ourselves to never let go. Words, words for you, words for us, words for them. There are lyrics for the songs that were never recorded, there are lyrics that got lost, then found. There are songs in which you have said it all, and there are songs in which you haven’t said enough. Moreover, there are the songs for the ones who no longer have a voice or a choice. This is something you have understood a long time ago. You sing the right words, the sweet words, but you sing the truth. The truth is also that all your fans follow you since you have had your long hair, if not, way, way before. They know the truth from your words. They know your street and your beach where they walk a little further to turn around, in case they can hear your voice. I look at you with my arms crossed, full of admiration. I am the fan of the shadows, the fan of the back row. I call you my brother. And still, we have never met. I remember the posters with the long hair when I would have been so intimidated by you and yet I would tell myself that if I could take the first train, I would go find you, and ask you to take me on tour with you. Many stories have been lived, yet remain untold from that time. Some are in your songs, some are to laugh to death; some are swollen tears. Some fans say you have saved their lives. They are correct, it’s true. Do you realize for one second the impact you have on people whom you don’t know that claim you have saved their lives? Maybe it’s a lot to take, maybe it’s a lot of hair to lose. I don’t like to say that you have saved my life, I am not worthy of saying that. Because I am a fan whom I had forgotten, in the city where I almost lost it, my life. But you have saved my life, you have. You have helped me, you have told me that I was not invisible and to not let the light go out. But the light got stronger to the words I am writing, today. I had forgotten to be a fan, then finally, I turned around to hear your voice, telling me that I had to keep on going, that hair grows longer every year, whatever happens. One day, we will meet, on a pathway to a beach, a street, not necessarily yours, but probably after turning around, you’ll see. Because I am a pilgrim on my way. The sun always shines on May 10th, and on this day we raise our glass, we sing your words, as we remind ourselves to never let go. Happy birthday, brother.
  12. Don't forget to wear your masks if you need to go out! Stay strong! Covid sucks but we will get through this!
  13. Oh U2, come and cure your tree! Look at it, it looks sick! Oh, can we invite ourselves to your music and sing along? Make us breathe, make us heal! Bono, there is so much more love that needs to be known! Fans, let's get together, from our homes, let's sing, let's dance. Now, more than ever! Because now is the time to let that light shine, and not to let it go out! Let's cure ourselves, let's cure our beloved tree. If you are reading this, please be safe. With much love, V.
  14. To all the fans who are at home and cannot go out. This note is to send you all my support, from me to you, as to all U2 fans of the world. Brick by brick, we will destroy the wall called COVID19 that separates us, for someday soon, to see the light again. Sending you all my love and my prayers... We Get To Carry Each Other.
  15. Happy Birthday, Adam!!! Here's a poem that I wrote for the big day!
  16. © valeriehh

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