"I'll take a walk occasionally, and have a drink with the devil, but I'm not moving in with him."
Like A Song: Sweetest Thing
December 24, 2014
[Ed. note: This is the 90th in a series of personal essays by the @U2 staff about songs and/or albums that have had great meaning or impact in our lives.]
I had my presale code, my American Express card, an overwhelming flurry of online ticket-buying hints, and a hopeful heart. The only thing missing from my U2 ticket-buying experience, I realized, was a soundtrack. So in the breathless minutes-seconds-nanoseconds-microseconds before noon, as I eagerly waited for U2 concert tickets to be up for sale online, relentlessly refreshing my Ticketmaster page, I chose a U2 song to accompany me through the process and perhaps soothe my jittery nerves: “Sweetest Thing.”
My love she throws me like a rubber ball
It IS a ball — the Ticketmaster ball of gray and black swirling dots! Searching for tickets!
She won’t catch me, or break my fall
“No (GA) tickets available”? This can’t be. I’m a FAN club member. I have a PRESALE code. I WORSHIP Him — Bono, that is. I LOVE that U2 dropped a free album into my iTunes library. I WAITED for one minute 57 times. Please …
Baby got blue skies up ahead
The Cloud of U2 Ticket Despair blankets my being. Do not preach “blue skies,” “dry” and sweetness to me. I’m now a gray, soggy, sour, ticketless thing.
I’m losing you
I wish I could lose you, Ticketmaster, but I’m stuck with you. You (along with the scalpers) always win.
I wanted to run but she made me crawl
OK, maybe I’m overreacting a little here. I can walk. I can see. I have a job. I have a family and friends who love me. I have every U2 song ever recorded at my fingertips to listen to.
But I still want a GA ticket.
I’m losing you
I try again. “Please don’t refresh … ” I am not fresh. But no, I still get that dreaded and now stale response: “No tickets available.”
Blue eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl
Oh, blue-eyed Bono, this hazel-eyed girl wants to see you up close. I need a GA ticket, not one in a far-off section with all the drunk people who go to a U2 concert just to say they went to a U2 concert, who care only about listening to “Streets,” and who have no experience whatsoever with Songs Of Innocence.
You can sew it up but you still see the tear
I live in California. We need rain. But I want blue skies. And I’m a terrible seamstress. My GA-less heart cannot be mended.
Oh, the sweetest thing
Wait! I use the Ticketmaster app instead. The flurry of online hints from other fans is helpful after all! I get a GA ticket!
The sweetest thing
(c) @U2/Lindell, 2014