Originally posted by wtshnnfb01:I'm afraid to go to the memorial for my former teacher that died. I know in my heart, if I go I'm going to cry.
Originally posted by fabian:Crying is not a weakness.
Originally posted by DerBFreund:You want these?
No one can see your eyes
(sorry, just got my Fly shades today)
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Anyways, I think it would be nice to say your final good bye to him.
Originally posted by fabian:
1987. Somewhere in the south. We'd been campaigning for Dr. King, for his birthday to become a national holiday. In Arizona, they are saying no. We're campaigning very hard for Dr. King. Some people don't like it. Some people get very annoyed. Some people want to kill us. Some people are taken very seriously by the FBI. They tell the singer that he shouldn't play the gig because tonight his life is at risk, and he must not go on stage. And the singer laughs. Of course we're playing the gig. Of course we go onstage, and I'm singing "Pride (In the Name of Love)" - the third verse - and I close my eyes. And you know, I'm excited about meeting my maker, but maybe not tonight. I don't really want to meet my maker tonight. I close my eyes and when I look up I see Adam Clayton standing in front of me, holding his bass as only Adam Clayton can hold his bass. There are people in this room who'd tell you they'd take a bullet for you, but Adam Clayton would have taken a bullet for me. I guess that's what its like to be in a truly great rock and roll band.