Originally posted by ahn1991:[..]
I'm treating this as the second drunk thread because you have to be drunk out of your mind for any of this to even make sense.






5 beer salute, sir!
Originally posted by ahn1991:[..]
I'm treating this as the second drunk thread because you have to be drunk out of your mind for any of this to even make sense.
Originally posted by mars:FWIW, I saw an early show (Santa Clara), had horrible nosebleed seats, did not expect a lot, and was totally blown away. I thought Bono sounded great and the entire JT performance moved me to tears more than once. I really felt that the band was connected to the music. They somehow reached me way up in the crappiest seats, and I don't know how they did it.
Originally posted by BigGiRL:This thread is a classic example of today's rhetorics.
Prompting the question "what is wrong with...?" does not allow for refutation of the question (i.e. answers that
prove the question obsolte) but, instead, only seek to legitimise the question as such. Or, to put it more simple,
satisfying anwers are not requested; the question merely tries to organize consensus that the question is right.
The "what" is in fact a covert "that" (i.e. that there is something wrong).
The reason for this is that the question "what is wrong with..." is an emotional question and therefore only
allows for an emotional anwer, not a rational one.
But don't get me wrong here: this particular question about Bono is born out of compassion.
The "problem" here is that some of us (mostly "older" people, say 40+, exceptions not withstanding) can relate to
Bono's feelings, and others not - or not so much. And I suspect that we are not going to reach consensus here,
simply because we do not all feel the same way...
![]()
Originally posted by mars:FWIW, I saw an early show (Santa Clara), had horrible nosebleed seats, did not expect a lot, and was totally blown away. I thought Bono sounded great and the entire JT performance moved me to tears more than once. I really felt that the band was connected to the music. They somehow reached me way up in the crappiest seats, and I don't know how they did it.