Who remembers the days of the band Dream Mary? No one probably except those who were in it and a few dedicated followers. I picked up my guitar today after a time of it just hanging on the wall. I started reminiscing of days my friends and I decided to start up a band in the basement of our local church and not just any church band, this was the second U2. I looked on the back of the photos and our first gig was almost 20 years ago to the day 17th February 1990. I couldn't get this photo in this post becasue I couldn't get it to rotate landscape.
The stage was set and we began our music with u2's I will follow. I remember listening to it afterwards because we had recorded it through our sound system onto a tape recorder. My guitar was out of tune. The other eventful thing that happened that night was the roof of the stage fell down and because I was the tallest I was left holding the beam up while the rest of the band members took our very expensive gear off stage. (Do you sense some sacrasm in my words).
The fact is I wouldn't change a thing. We were young and felt that we could do anything. I reckon that is a

good thing to have. Over the years I still beleive in dreams. I still believe that the human soul is invincible but we become refined in our actions, thinking and moods. My guitar playing, I think has improved becausue I realise now that it is about the band or the music rather than oneself. In the immortal words of my guitar hero Edge who said " What are you saying with it? not can you play this lick? It's about what you are saying with your insturment. It's the same with life. What am I saying with my life? Not what can I do. Yes action can speak larger than words, but in the saying you are doing. It's about finding yourself with all the noise and being content with it. It's about living it rather than meeting a goal. I have learnt over the twenty years in my guitar playing that the notes do actually mean something. Each note has become expensive. You just don't throw them around. Another thought from Edge. I hope you can make your own paralells to our lives in these words. When I read this in Bill Flanagan's book U2 At the end of the world, it made sense to me.
This photo was taken on March 24th 1990 at the big bop boogie concert outside the Founders Theatre Hamilton NZ