Dancing Barefoot

“I’m dancing barefoot, heading for a spin,” one of those lines that sticks in my head and surfaces every now and then, depending on the trigger. That’s pretty much all I get through though before I am done with it, not much of the rest is memorable. I’m not saying it’s a bad song, it’s just a quiet, soft, not much of anything there song. It’s not even a U2 song, it’s a cover of a song written by Patti Smith, and maybe that’s why it’s not of much interest to me. It was released on the b side of When Love Comes To Town, and as a rule didn’t make much of an impression on me or anyone else, I don’t think.

The song features some decent playing by Edge, and Adam especially, given that it is somewhat of a downbeat song overall. Bono sings it like he’s feeling a little depressed, and I’m not sure if that’s the aim of the song. Well, to tell the truth I don’t know the point of the song at all. I would guess it’s something to do with love, although if it is it’s probably unrequited, certainly weird. I don’t think I can pigeonhole the song with one word or sentence, other than to say mildly interesting. But that also means it’s mildly uninteresting, and I’d probably say that would have to be true.

Bono is heading to New York today to talk to the United Nations. Kind of weird that he would leave Berlin after yesterday’s show, fly all the way to New York, talk to people, then get on a plane and fly all the way back to Berlin for the next show. I guess you can do that when you have a plane at your disposal. Actually, theoretically it’s something I could do, fly to London, give a speech, then fly back to Texas that night. I’d be tired, but I don’t think I’d have to worry about jet lag too much, just stay on Texas time and I should be okay, right? Or Berlin time, in Bono’s case.

This is I believe just the third time all year that I haven’t posted “on time.” I had planned for a fairly quiet evening at home, watching a movie then writing the blog, but that all changed at the last minute. My wife wanted to do something, so we ran out and had dinner then went and did her thing, and didn’t get home until 1.30am. At that point I said to myself no, I’m not going to write now, I’m going to sleep, and I can write it in the morning. And then the morning slipped away and here we are in the early evening, by far the latest I ever posted. It’s times like these that I wish I had stored up a few posts in reserve, so I could just pull it out and post it and be done. Lesson learned for the future, right? Not really, because now there’s only three months left in the year.

My rating for Dancing Barefoot: 4 / 10