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The Madness of MokcikNab
Motives, movements and melodrama in the life of a thirty something mum.


Saturday, March 11, 2006
Mr Pro Bono

So he's been called Man of the Year for all the poverty eradicating work that he's done. And you younger kids probably think of him as some kind of bleeding heart activist who sometimes sings in a band. Oprah loves him, and with that comes the endorsement of all housewives around the world.

And then one weekend morning, you catch this on MTV, and remembered, the man used to be a rock star.

A quarter of a century ago, on weekend mornings you'd be holed up in your room, pretending to do your homework but reading your mom's Judith Krantz, and listening to this, this amazing voice : hurt, angry and pleading. After a while the fatuous novel is overtaken by his words, and you begin to believe that there ought to be a better world out there, just like the man said. His outrage is now your outrage. How can people kill other people? Why isn't there respect? Why can't two hearts beat as one? How long must we sing this song? But, if he had the face of, say, Christopher Cross, would you have listened to him as readily?

This morning, watching the black and white clip, all grainy and suggestive, I remembered how beautiful he used to be, before the wraparound glasses and the silly hats. Saiffuddin put two cushions at the sides of my face, as I watched this -- they're blinkers, he said, so that I can concentrate. Oh, he was just jealous.



This is by no means U2's best song. It's just that I thought Bono looked so good in this.



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