THIS IS NOT A BOOK BY Felix Bono NOR IS IT AFFILIATED WITH HIM.
IT IS AN INDEPENDENT PUBLICATION BY BRADLEY OWEN THAT SUMMARIZES THE BOOK IN DETAIL.
ABOUT THE ORIGINAL BOOK
A book about U2 is quite a hard sell. similar to four men who met at they still get along very well, they actually sell a large number of records, and they have a relationship with their fans that lies totally outside the media. The main thing any other person truly needs to say about U2 is that they could do without Bono, the band's frontman, in light of the fact that he is pompous and fervent. Exacerbate the analysis he gives himself, up there in front of an audience, consistently. "In front of an audience, he has a demon on his shoulder," he says. Yet, while he might have a demon, he also has confidence and God on his side. In this manner protected, Bono can start his story. I felt that was really astute.
Around evening time, when his better half and four kids are dozing, Bono likes to walk barefoot through the house in Ireland where he has resided for quite a long time, halting in each room just to feel the room. During these minutes, he frequently expresses gratitude for cover. I read this book thinking about his dim passages and envisioned one of those super profound white covers that only the exceptionally well-off can have. I saw Bono's review - an ergonomic cowhide seat - and Bono in it, composing the book in a free collection of mistresses gasp; at specific minutes, to my eye, he'd hurl himself back, rake two hands through his unceasingly dim hair, and read back his lines to himself "I was brought into the world with tunes in my mind, and I was searching so that a way might hear them on the planet."
THIS IS NOT A BOOK BY Felix Bono NOR IS IT AFFILIATED WITH HIM.
IT IS AN INDEPENDENT PUBLICATION BY BRADLEY OWEN THAT SUMMARIZES THE BOOK IN DETAIL.
ABOUT THE ORIGINAL BOOK
A book about U2 is quite a hard sell. similar to four men who met at they still get along very well, they actually sell a large number of records, and they have a relationship with their fans that lies totally outside the media. The main thing any other person truly needs to say about U2 is that they could do without Bono, the band's frontman, in light of the fact that he is pompous and fervent. Exacerbate the analysis he gives himself, up there in front of an audience, consistently. "In front of an audience, he has a demon on his shoulder," he says. Yet, while he might have a demon, he also has confidence and God on his side. In this manner protected, Bono can start his story. I felt that was really astute.
Around evening time, when his better half and four kids are dozing, Bono likes to walk barefoot through the house in Ireland where he has resided for quite a long time, halting in each room just to feel the room. During these minutes, he frequently expresses gratitude for cover. I read this book thinking about his dim passages and envisioned one of those super profound white covers that only the exceptionally well-off can have. I saw Bono's review - an ergonomic cowhide seat - and Bono in it, composing the book in a free collection of mistresses gasp; at specific minutes, to my eye, he'd hurl himself back, rake two hands through his unceasingly dim hair, and read back his lines to himself "I was brought into the world with tunes in my mind, and I was searching so that a way might hear them on the planet."