Today Bono turned 60 years old.
It amazes me to still remember the day of his birth. Today I barely know the name of new singers or bands I start to listen the songs, but I can tell you by heart that his real name is Paul David Hewson, born May 10th, 1960.
He was my first sex symbol and personal hero in the 90's. I had pictures of him in my wardrobe and notebook (a real notebook, made of paper and written by pen)
By the time he turned 50 any of that felt truth anymore. He had shake hands with too many people and companies and said too much about political and social matters too delicate to me. I could not held the hand of a devil like he does. A few years ago I read somewhere he had said "Bono is tired of Bono." I liked that.
Despite any political difference or disagreement, U2 has always been part of the soundtrack of my life. At some night last week I played some U2's records back to back and I felt happy, I felt at home. I hope to keep feeling like that. With the rest of the band, his voice and lyrics has saved me many times. I hope there's still more U2 albums to come.
The world has changed a lot and very quick lately. The sense of political difference has another scale ever since truth and good lost their meaning. So now, at his 60s and my 40s, I'm happy he's still around, old and doing music, helping people, saying shit and whatever.
You're not on a pedestal anymore but keep banging your drums, Bono. I'm listening.
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(A memory came to my mind now: after the last U2 gig I saw, I was in a very crowded bus going back home and a woman on my side said Bono shouldn't talk about politics at the concerts because people were there for the songs. I turned to her and said that if she really thought that then she didn't know anything about U2. Other people on the bus back me up.
Maybe you still are a bit of a hero, babe)
