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Started by Cain, February 03, 2011, 01:18:52 PM

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Cain

February 03, 2011, 01:18:52 PM
You asked for it

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/11/opinion/11bono.html?partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

QuoteOnce upon a couple of weeks ago ...

I'm in a crush in a Dublin pub around New Year's. Glasses clinking clicking, clashing crashing in Gaelic revelry: swinging doors, sweethearts falling in and out of the season's blessings, family feuds subsumed or resumed. Malt joy and ginger despair are all in the queue to be served on this, the quarter-of-a-millennium mark since Arthur Guinness first put velvety blackness in a pint glass.

Interesting mood. The new Irish money has been gambled and lost; the Celtic Tiger's tail is between its legs as builders and bankers laugh uneasy and hard at the last year, and swallow uneasy and hard at the new. There's a voice on the speakers that wakes everyone out of the moment: it's Frank Sinatra singing "My Way." His ode to defiance is four decades old this year and everyone sings along for a lifetime of reasons. I am struck by the one quality his voice lacks: Sentimentality.

Is this knotted fist of a voice a clue to the next year? In the mist of uncertainty in your business life, your love life, your life life, why is Sinatra's voice such a foghorn — such confidence in nervous times allowing you romance but knocking your rose-tinted glasses off your nose, if you get too carried away.

A call to believability.

A voice that says, "Don't lie to me now."

That says, "Baby, if there's someone else, tell me now."

Fabulous, not fabulist. Honesty to hang your hat on.

As the year rolls over (and with it many carousers), the emotion in the room tussles between hope and fear, expectation and trepidation. Wherever you end up, his voice takes you by the hand.

Its like Maureen Dowd and Thomas Friedman had a retarded Irish lovechild.

Nephew Twiddleton

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February 03, 2011, 02:09:36 PM
Huh.

I'm trying to figure out exactly what his point is. Maybe its because I just woke up. Maybe not.
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Cain

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February 03, 2011, 02:13:03 PM
As you go on, you'll discover his point is that he knew Sinatra.

The Good Reverend Roger

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February 03, 2011, 02:14:39 PM
It's like HST took valium.  A LOT of valium.
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Nephew Twiddleton

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February 03, 2011, 02:19:39 PM
Quote from: Cain on February 03, 2011, 02:13:03 PM
As you go on, you'll discover his point is that he knew Sinatra.

:lulz:

Yeah, it seems like.
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