NL-A friend of mine did an interview with U2 way back in the day (1981!) He recently came across it again and gave me permission to run it along with never before seen pictures. Enjoy!
My first face-to-face encounter with U2 came on the eighteenth day of March in 1981. But through their music—their debut album Boy and the series of singles (that had only been released in their homeland of Ireland, but which I had because of my work as a radio program producer)—I felt as though I already knew them.
by Frank Andrick
U2’s emotive slice of life and their impassioned observations of a senseless world around them, coupled with the ability to describe the inner and empty dialogues of the self had already touched many people, but had yet to touch the bank accounts of corporate America and its reflective, self-serving mouthpiece, the electronic media (i.e. radio).
This particular day in ’81, as I started to say earlier, they arrived at the radio station KSJO in San Jose, California, an area of suburban conformity about 50 miles south of San Francisco. At the time, I held the position of Research and Music Director at the station, and one of my duties was the adding of new songs to the lists from which the disc jockeys picked their plays. In those days, the disk jockeys were still able to program their own shows and to pick out the music that they wanted to play. Now, the music on radio stations and the news on television stations are determined by a few professional "programmers," who send their "program lists" and news out via computer to all their "customers" around the country. The disk jockey has no control anymore over what is played or not played—except on "college radio," which is free of commercial concerns because it is funded by the university and has nothing to do with corporate America, short of gratefully receiving free records from the record industry.
Since meeting the disk jockeys (DJs) still made a difference in getting your record played, U2 was on a "radio press tour" across America. And that’s why U2 was at KSJO. The four members, Bono, the Edge, Adam Clayton and Larry Mullin Jr, all 20 years old at the time, were interviewed on the air, did a tour of the station and had pictures taken with the DJs, executives and fans who had shown up to meet their current favorite band. The band was polite, soft spoken and earnest. The passions that governed their music were evident in their conversations. They made points without resorting to clichés. They had the strength of the truth as they saw it, and the forum to share it in various forms of personal dialogue with their fans. Their next stop was at San Jose State University, where U2 would play their San Francisco Bay Area debut show at a free concert in the cafeteria sponsored by KSJO and my "Modern Humans" radio program, and radio station KFJC, an avant-progressive college station in nearby Los Altos Hills.
The show was triumphant! U2 stormed through their set, proving their points with the power and immediacy of the live performance. Every song on their debut album, Boy, was presented in a rough-hewn, madness-driven frenzy that drove their studio perfection into the wind. Songs like "Stories For Boys" and "Electric Co." took on a new, blinding shine while the band’s improvisational masterpiece, "The Black Cat," wound out to an 18-minute, glorious cacophony of feedback punctuated by stabs of light in the shape of drums and bass. After the concert, Larry Mullin, the drummer, and I walked about the campus area and got lost. Larry missed his ride back to the hotel in San Francisco where the band was to play the next day. We eventually went to my home, which was nearby, to call the managers when they arrived. In the meantime, we talked— about the concert, about his astonishment at the size of the audience (1,500 people), and we laughed at the remembrance of the cafeteria floor jumping up and down in waves, literally in time with the beat of the crowd and the drums. The floor, because of California’s strict earthquake-resistant building code—is spring-loaded on a massive suspension system, and the new-wave pogoing of the capacity crowd caused the floor to surge and retreat slowly in 6" waves!
Over the years, I’d see U2 whenever they came to town, but it wasn’t until the Joshua Tree tour that I spent a lot of time with them again. This time, I journeyed to Las Vegas, Nevada, where the band shot the video for "Where The Streets Have No Name," and themselves attended a gambling casino show of the master of the big band croon, Mr. Frank Sinatra. It was an odd study in contrasts—from the barren desert to the opulent ballroom with its crowd of unmindful gamblers set against a backdrop of broken dreams.
Later, the band was to join an all-night vigil for reduced arms and nuclear testing at a desert atomic test site somewhere close to Las Vegas. Ah, Las Vegas: opulent palaces dedicated to gambling as a way for the jaded to entertain themselves; the town where over-the-hill entertainers go to make big bucks playing to little old ladies—from Frank Sinatra to Elvis Presley, they all come here when they no longer look young enough for Hollywood or MTV. Las Vegas. Not a socially-conscious U2 kind of town.
Then, it’s on to San Diego and three nights back home (for me) in San Francisco. My laminated security pass, marked with a large letter "M" for management, opened doors that led to long corridors that led to other long corridors and finally to the "Hospitality Room" with about 150 people wearing the non-exclusive triangle "after show" pass. Most of these people had won their passes at one of the many Bay Area radio station promotions. They thought they were going to meet U2. They didn’t even get close. We moved on toward two armed guards who blocked the entrance to the next long corridor. After displaying our passes, we were allowed to pass through the corridor and into another room. A beautiful, efficient woman appeared, calling herself Suzanne. We gave our names, she spoke into a walkie-talkie radio, got a confirmation from somewhere deep in security command central, and walked us to another beautiful woman.
Sheila Roche is part of U2’s management team, and she took us personally through the last door, past the last guard, into the backstage dressing room area, where we suddenly left the real world behind and entered a dimly lit room hung with curtains to soften the walls. Large, comfortable couches that one could sink into gratefully after all the standing and waiting and walking down brightly-lit corridors, being challenged every two minutes to prove your right to be there, this was heaven. There was a table set with breads, wonderful cheeses and fresh fruits. Another table was loaded down with all types of beer from all over the world, including of course the Irish staple, "Guinness," a dark strong beer highly prized for its creamy froth. Another table held whisky, brandy, gin and plenty of Stolichnaya vodka.
I hadn’t seen U2 for five years, though when Larry Mullin entered the room he strode up to me right away, "Well, this is a blast from the past. I’m glad to see your face!" And when Larry and Bono both took the time to take me aside to tell me how much they appreciated my efforts over a decade ago to help them and support their music, I felt both humbled and overjoyed. These were not the all-too-common "rock stars," filled with an overwhelming sense of self-importance. These guys, in spite of their superstar status ("The Band of the Eighties"), are still living, loving, normal human beings whom fame, money, adulation and the game had not corrupted.
What is a "zoo television," you might well ask, and so I did. Guitarist the Edge explained, "It’s a video instrument. It’s immense, the control center is like Cape Canaveral." It came about, he continued, because "We asked if we could put something together that we could use live—a video instrument—not just images, but something we could actually use…. Something so flexible that we could change it on any given song. It’s a whole new way of doing a show."
Multimedia artist cum record producer Brian Eno, who also worked behind the mixing board on their Achtung Baby album, helped design U2’s staging lights, video monitor complex and the input of images used in the Zoo TV tour’s onslaught of multi-staged, multimedia information blitz. "There are times when the imagery overwhelms the group," asserts Eno. And the implication is that this is as it should be. "It’s getting away from the idea of the video helping people to see the band more easily. We are using video as a way to obscure them or lose them in a network of material."
As for the band’s performance, it was almost a parody of their image of an excessive, pompous group—from the exaggerated entrance of a black leather and sunglasses-clad Bono to the clanging intro to "Zoo Station," the concert ending of Bono in a gold spangled suit hugging his own reflection in a gold-framed, full-length mirror. They must have spent some time watching their documentary-style movie, Rattle and Hum, and some time reflecting on their image to the outside world. So when I chided Bono backstage for his "rock star" entrance and exit, he replied: "Yeah, it’s funny, I finally get to act like the asshole that I once thought I wanted to be."
Success is a funny thing; it’s very difficult to handle. It changes people, usually for the worse. The Bad Brains once wrote and recorded a song called "Money Changes Everything." The song later became a hit for Cyndi Lauper. "Money Changes Everything" could almost be a truism about success. But there are a few who can become successful and still remember what is important and what is not. Among U2 (the band) and the people who run U2 (the business), "Money doesn’t mean a thing." For U2, humanity means everything. Their last statement to me before we went back to living our separate lives was very telling: "You are not a friend, you’re family."
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Post-Frank adds to explain the picture of someone’s butt= Bono accosted by other crazed fan demanding autograph who has no paper — guy drops trou bono signs butt … bono what a nice guy huh ?????
He takes pictures like Taryn Thomas.
There was a time when U2 were simply a bunch of talented, down to earth, honest to god musicians who had no agenda and no pretence other than writing good music and entertaining people. But all that is gone now, deformed and twisted by an extremely inflated sense of self importance and Bono’s god delusion and his media crusade to save the human race that often makes it hard to differentiate between his rock star status and his Mother Teresa complex. I can’t even listen to them anymore.
So Colonel if he just wrote and didn’t try to make changes with his status you would still listen to him?
I don’t get it, you say that we are all going to hell in a hand basket, but you just want to light a smoke and watch it all go down the tubes?
Remember if you are not part of the solution (say it with me) you are part of the problem.
It is heart-warming to see that some people complain about everything. Thanks for not letting us down.
I was just talking to a friend of mine at Live Nation about U2 and what some in my family have said is a distant relative of mine (drummer Larry Mullen) and I mentioned that I thought I remembered seeing them perform in a small club in Madison, Wisconsin back in 81 or 82 but that I must have been mistaken because they couldn’t possibly have been around that long. Now I see that I was correct.
I think it’s great that somebody can use their talent and star status like Bono to attempt to fix parts of the world and help people less fortunate. What is possibly wrong with a person like that? You can still just listen to their music if you like. Oh one more thing. The person who created our wonderful opening title sequence (Think Catch me if you Can) for our brand new comedy Flight Attendants has parents in Ireland that still live next door to U2’s Larry Mullen. I will trade him a pack of our sitcums and Flight Attendants for 2 tix. (I can’t wait to hear the comments like “Your movies aren’t worth shit why would he trade you good seats for shitty movies?” Small world… big stage and please don’t let me down I need some good entertainment.
Colonel,
The earliest of U2’s music is perhaps the most ‘political’ stuff they ever recorded..New Years Day, Sunday Bloody Sunday, I Will Follow.
Perhaps it is your own inflated sense of self worth, when compared to someone like Bono who has actually achieved something in his life, that is the source of your bitterness towards anybody who has gained the fame and fortune that have eluded you.
I dont think Bono would care less that someone like you would not be able to listen to his music anymore.
Bono’s crusade is not to save the hunam race, but to remind us, as any artist does, that we are ALL part of this human race, and as such, we share in eachothers triumphs and failures.
Your personal hell, that you have created and choose to live in, is just one of those failures, that you as a member of this human race can blame no one but yourself for.
Alright Kay, let me help you understand:
Kay Ryan: So Colonel if he just wrote and didn’t try to make changes with his status you would still listen to him?
The Colonel: No, I could care less, they sold out and became shameless media whores. They no longer influence, they try to manipulate and I hate that. They haven’t released any worthy material in almost 2 decades. Their last listenable album was Achtung Baby that came out in 1991. All artsy-fartsy video clips, flamboyant stages and humanitarian mumbo jumbos don’t mean anything as long as their music sucks.
Kay Ryan: I don’t get it, you say that we are all going to hell in a hand basket, but you just want to light a smoke and watch it all go down the tubes?
The Colonel: Don’t underestimate youself, you do get it: I rather watch the world burn. It’s more fun that way.
Kay Ryan: Remember if you are not part of the solution (say it with me) you are part of the problem.
The Colonel: I was never a part of the problem and I don’t want to be a part of the solution, but you and Bono can be my guests and knock yourselves out.
See you in the gutter.
Karyan,
The reason people like the Colonel want us all to believe that humanity is going to hell in a handbasket is simply becasue misery loves company.
Living in their own personal hell, they cannot accept that some poor kid from Ireland could make such an impact on the entire world just by being himself, and sharing his art with the world.
The Colonel has learned to “love” his own misery, and wants us all to join him, but he knows that can only be accomplished through lies and deceit.
The jealousy and bitterness in his one post above is perhaps the greatest insight into this pathetic human being he has ever showed us.
He “cant even listen” to U2 anymore…talk about infalted sense of self worth. You are pathetic Colonel, but dont worry, nobody expects you to change the world. When you are dead and turned to dust the world will care less. And in my opinion, the sooner the better.
Think globally and act locally…Do what you can for those around you to make the world a BETTER place, or be like the Colonel and try to drag everyone around you into the abyss that he calls a life.
Do yourself a favor Colonel, use that .45 that you said you own, on yourself.
“See you in the gutter”
Sorry you feel like your life is in the gutter Colonel, but pathetic creatures like yourself belong there. You stew in your own misery, and try to make everyone else as miseralbe as yourself, but it only makes you more miseralbe when you fail, time and time again.
Your life in the gutter is of your own making. The jealousy of anyone who refuses to join you in that gutter is, again, pathetic. But seeing as how you admit that your life is in the gutter, please say hello to my piss and shit as it runs through your life down there in that gutter. Now Ive got to go, early fishing tomorrow morning up here in the Sierras, 10,000 feet above your gutter. As I put my worm on my hook tomorrow I will think of you Colonel, and then I will enjoy the majesty of the High Sierras, far away from the gutter, where you are king.
General Malfunction sez:
‘And in my opinion…’
ZING. In my opinion, you have no right to your opinion and you’re not worthy of any debate and discussion whatsoever, because your rants don’t worth shit. Don’t forget to check your apple pie in the oven and do your laundry before hitting the poor keyboard buttons and writing your next desperately comical, pathetically flawed and embarrassingly stupid *comment*, that is if anybody with half a brain and elementary school education can call your monkey ramblings a *comment*.
Suck.My.Dick. You and Shelly Lubben both.
Screw all of you. This band has ALWAYS sucked.
Kernel of ambiguous race is just jealous Bono doesn’t patronize prostitutes and thus they have nothing in common
Wrong again, Al/Bruce, you bi-polar piece of shit motherfucking clown. I used to actually like U2 untill they sold out and turned into media whores in around the beginning of the 90’s, at the time you were sucking stranger cocks in your high school to get your daily dope fix. I don’t expect a monkey scumbag like you understands this or anything else for that matter. I can make you understand though, but you have to bend over, spread your ass cheeks wide open with both hands and let me shove my fist in your asshole, then we can have a discussion while you’re feeling the power of my fist tearing up your rectum. Have you it your way, you ugly, emotionally fucked up, mentally deranged, poor, masturbating thief.
“I can make you understand though, but you have to bend over, spread your ass cheeks wide open with both hands and let me shove my fist in your asshole, then we can have a discussion while you’re feeling the power of my fist tearing up your rectum.”
That is the funniest shit I will hear all day and this is the reason I love baiting you.
play me another hit from your greatest hits collect Kern:
“Go Fuck Yourself”
“I Dream of Christian (But I’m Not Gay)”
“Man of Ambigious Race (What Am I?)”
“I Can’t Live Without Drug Addicted Whores”
“I was Allowed To Delete Comments”
“Cindi Is My Friend (She’s Just Shy About Admitting It)”
“A High School Education is Good Enough”
“I Don’t Feel Right Having Sex Without Another Guy Present (But I’m Still Not Gay”
“I Love Metal, Even Though Metal Sucks”
Al says:
‘That is the funniest shit I will hear all day and this is the reason I love baiting you.’
No, you love me because you enjoy the way I treat you like a piss mope and reduce you to a human toilet. Then after I beat the living fuck out of you, humiliate you and turn you into a piece of turd in front of everybody, you crawl back to the corner of your condemned share ghetto and try to convince yourself that I’m responsible for all your failures in your despicable, meaningless miserable existence.
I have become a father figure for you, Al/Bruce, an abusive father that is. But since you never had a father, I guess an abusive one is better than nothing. What a piece of shit you are, and how much I enjoy smacking you up and wiping my ass with you.
You are the best free entertainment anybody could have: ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you tonight’s entertainer, the pityful circus clown, the failed blogger, the broke, lonley, masturbating, thieving buffoon: Alfonso Blanco.
You’re in the spotlight now, bitch boy. Watch out for the rotten eggs and tomatoes.
the colonel is right about one thing, and that is about them selling out. they have changed their music over the years to be more appeasing to what ever the sound of the time is. so many bands over the last twentysome years have done it. one for example is def leppard. i think only ac/dc has really stuck to their guns, and haven’t really changed much.
AL why would you move out of your beautiful house into a condemned share ghetto??
I don’t think I like my boy Diego living there!
And Colonel I will totally call your bluff…you would never sit back and watch the world burn. I think you would like to but you really do have a warm creamy center.
And do not attach a pun to that!
I’ll actually agree with the Colonel’s argument and parse it for those in the cheap seats.
Yes, U2 was once a politically minded, but still, kick-ass rock & roll band.
Then they got very popular and as with most things that go from semi-cult status (aka General Coolness), to world-wide acclaim (aka Mainstream Tripe), for those who loved them from the get-go, they feel less inclined to revel in their fandom, once everyone and their grandmother is into the same music/tv show/movie/book et cetera.
In the case of U2, the frontman’s political activism (Bono) became even more nauseating (to some of their early fans) once he found he now had a bigger microphone due to selling a gazillion albums. Likewise, adding insult to injury, the band’s music started to go downhill (again, in the minds of some of their early fans).
Which begs the question: if Bono can find time and energy to devote to bringing awareness to complex global issues…can’t he also do likewise, and write a few more awesome songs?
For example, Sinatra gave millions to the Civil Rights Movement and the NAACP, yet I doubt one could say his art suffered (plus, he remained cool…perhaps, becoming even cooler, as he got older). Plus, he’s way cooler for not making a big deal about his political activism (he just made sure Sammy Davis Jr. and other black entertainers got the respect due to them).
Yet times have changed, and celebrities want…even crave, getting ‘credit’ for not being a total fuck-up who spend the day snorting away their fortune and talent.
Kay Ryan says:
‘You would never sit back and watch the world burn.’
Ah, you have no idea how I would do that. I’m even willing to contribute to total annihilation of mankind in any way, form and shape I can, because I believe this planet would be better off without us. As for the warm creamy center, well, thank you for the complement.
And Jerry, it’s good to have you on the board, man. In fact as you mentioned many bands sold out and became main stream media whores. U2 is the worst example, while other tragic examples are Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne.
And Sammy, the reason Bono and Co. don’t write anything worthy anymore is not because their supposed humanitarian masturbatory circus acts get in their way. It’s because they’ve lost their balls and can’t and don’t care to write anything good anymore; and why would they even try when there are thousands of screaming teenage girls and desperate house wives who buy their CDs and merchandise and go to their concerts anyway? Bono and the boys just enjoy being burnt out, lazy, sleazy musicians. All they have to do is to create as much nauseating hype around their crappy music as they can and laugh all the way to the bank.
Sure, when the checks are coming in fast and furious, why even get out of bed to wash your dirty shirt.
Yet would you also not agree that the ‘save the world’ stuff gets in the way of actually trying to do their ‘day job’ (musicians). Plenty of artists have just as much of a devoted fanbase, yet they still get up every day and WORK as if they were just starting out. I would put people like Springsteen, Sir Paul or Dylan in this category. Sometimes they succeed, but when they fail, you don’t feel it was because they were too busy with their charities (rather, the song just didn’t work on it’s own merits).
Again, going back to someone like Sinatra…people of his generation understood this. They would have their pet causes, but they rarely let it get in the way of what made them famous to begin with.
I think all this *save the world* mumbo jumbo is a smoke screen U2 creates to cover the utterly bad, effortless, uninspired music they’re been writing for the past 2 decades.
Other artists like Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen and Paul McCartney discuss their social and political opinions and do whatever they feel is right (i.e supporting a certain political candidate, donating a portion of their ticket sales to charities, etc.) and they do that without blowing it out of proportion and whoring themselves out, because unlike U2 they haven’t lost their touch. You strip them from all fame and flamboyance, give them an acoustic guitar and they’ll still blow your mind; while with post Achtung Baby U2, it’s about anything but the music. Shame.
It’s uncle Colonel again. I just had this amazing idea: how about a porn movie starring Shelly Lubben and all rejected whores she has *saved* fucking U2 members. The movie will end with a close up of Shelly’s face buried in Bono’s ass. We can add some of U2’s latest crappy songs as the soundtrack and call the movie something like *We Are the Whores of the World*. All sales will be then donated to some shitty third world country of Bono’s choice, and as usual Shelly will get the leftovers.
I’m a fucking genius.
Kay: I didn’t
What a loser you are Kernel. Please don’t dream about fisting my ass, that would be really creepy.
Really, Al/Bruce? I’m a loser and yet I have become a father figure for you, the father you never knew, the father you never had, and you seek to validate your contemptible, pathetic existence through being degraded, humiliated and punished by me. That says a lot about you, that says you’re a sick, masochistic fuck. But no worries, it takes two to tangle: I enjoy inflicting emotional and psychological pain on you as much as you enjoy being dehumanized by me.
As for fisting your ass, I don’t have to dream about it, because you’re asking for it, you faggot bitch boy motherfucker.
Dance for me, asswhore clown.
My father lives on the Upper West Side
You have real problems
You never had a father, none that you know, you lying sack of shit. Come on scumbag, make some funny faces, you know those faces you make when you have a public bi-polar meltdown in the middle of a stranger crowd. Do it, monkey, do it. Let go, start shaking, lock your teeth and make the funny faces. I like that, I like my monkeys to be funny.
Well there’s this guy that has lived in the same apartment uptown for about 25 years who every now and then I go see. He looks like me, but it never occurred to me has wasn’t my father.
How come you don’t deal with people like this in real life. I know you are all polite in real life… oh yeah, PUSSSY. I know you see Christian but you don’t talk shit to his face
What the fuck are you talking about, Al/Bruce? I meet people on their own level. I’m polite to people as long as they’re polite to me, when they act like assholes, as you do here all the times, I respond back and fuck them up.
You’re welcome, keep dancing.
The moment U2 did that shit song for the Tomb Raider movie, they had CLEARLY sold out (not to mention, given their fans a big fat ‘fuck you, we’re rich and don’t have to be creative anymore’ finger).
After that, they never looked back and went full speed into musical Crapsville.
“For example, Sinatra gave millions to the Civil Rights Movement and the NAACP, yet I doubt one could say his art suffered (plus, he remained cool…perhaps, becoming even cooler, as he got older). Plus, he’s way cooler for not making a big deal about his political activism (he just made sure Sammy Davis Jr. and other black entertainers got the respect due to them).”
Sinatra NEVER wrote any of his own songs. It’s easy to keep going along like him and many others, while other songwriters are feeding you material.
As for U2, they are currently 30 years into their career. And at this stage in their career are light-years ahead of any other rock band in history, in terms of longevity.
The Beatles only lasted for 8 years. They got started in ’62, by 1992, Lennon’s dead and McCartney had been making pop schlock for 20 years by that point.
The Rolling Stones by 1992, hadn’t made a “real” record in over a decade at that point, and haven’t made one in about 30 years now.
The Who by the early ’90s hadn’t had a hit in a decade, and haven’t in 30 years.
Led Zeppelin had a decade, then Bonham died and they respectfully broke up 30 years ago.
The Police broke up after less than a decade together.
You can complain about U2, but no other rock band in history, that writes their own songs has been 30 years in the game and continued to make no.1 albums, win Grammys, and remain relevant.
As for the activism. . . you’re not feeding starving kids in Africa are you? You’re not donating millions of dollars to AIDS orphanages are you?
Then who the fuck are any of you to judge people who are and their motives. If you had millions of dollars, you’d spend it on whores and drugs and die in a pile of your own vomit, like most of the idiots in Hollywood and the music industry. They have avoided that.
Their most critically acclaimed records (“Joshua Tree”, “Achtung Baby”, “All That You Can’t Leave Behind”), have come AFTER their activism came first. They might be falling off artistically, but the activism has nothing to do with it, they’re just old and no other rock band in history has been in their position.
One word, one song…ELEVATION.
Nuff said.
Another one of Colonel Panda’s favorite hits
“I Meet People At Their Level”
Oh you fuck people up? Why don’t you reveal your identity to Christian or Seth Dickens and see if you can fuck them up? Huh Michael?
Oh yeah that’s right, I could if I wanted to… I thinking looking like the the retarded spawn of Barack Obama and Forrest Gump is bad enough for you.
al, if you truly know the colonel’s identity why don’t you reveal who he is, i’m being serious.
If you knew someone was gonna shoot you in the head and you had no control of stopping it, wouldn’t you rather skip to the bullet?
just say it al michael—–.
Al says:
‘Another one of Colonel Panda’s favorite hits: I Meet People At Their Level.’
You pathetic bi-polar fuck up loser, *I meet people on their own level* is a fact, not a favorite hit. There are many people on this board that I treat with nothing but friendship and respect, because they’re being friendly and respectful to me, and whatever goes around, comes around. I treat you like the asshole you are, and assholes must be either hammered or fist fucked. In the short period in which you approached me with friendship and respect, I treated you likewise, but apparently frienship and respect is not what you want. You’re clearly a miserable, sick little man, and I’m not sure even you know what you want.
You think you can fuck with me by regurgitating somebody else’s one of many big foot theories about my identity, while in reality you know nothing about me, and my intention is to keep it that way. I have nothing to hide from anybody, least of all scum like you and faggots like Christian XXX and Seth Dickens. The reason I write under an alternate ID on LIB is because long time ago, when I consulted with Luke Ford, we both concluded it’ll be better if I write and contribute to this web site anonymously and keep all the good, the bad and the ugly affairs of this web site seperated from my personal and professional daily life. Luke Ford had the experience of dragging LIB into his daily life, and eventually he got overwhelmed by it all and I did not want that nauseating experience, especially when unlike Luke Ford I wasn’t even going to do this to gain any financial profit. I was going to do this to have fun and address some important adult oriented issues; and my motives are still the same. That’s the only reason, nothing more, nothing less. If and when I change my mind, I’ll write an article and introduce myself to whoever that cares to know.
In the meantime, you can either come to your senses, get a life and try to act like an adult and gain some respect, or you can continue to be the asshole punk that you are and I’ll make you dance untill you fucking drop.
Jerry, my name is not Michael. Al is referring to one of several theories about my identity that ZeeInsideTheAdult came up with some months ago. I’ve never been in any direct contact with Al in any form, shape or manner and he doesn’t know anything about me more than you do. But unlike him, you have my direct email address and we have exchanged off board messages. If my explaination hasn’t been enough and it’s still important for you to know my identity, send me an email and tell me why is that important to you and we’ll talk about it.
Now I suggest we stop derailing this thread and go back to discussion about U2 and rock music.
pornfan I know a lot of things Colonel doesn’t think I know so you can choose to believe him or me.
You should just describe wanting to be the miserable asshole you are as it is instead of watering it down. All that translates into is, “I wanna talk shit about people and am too pussy to do it.” So on that level Luke has balls and you don’t. On a different level, Luke is a professional writer, something you are nowhere close to achieving.
just remember this pornfan about this quote:
“If my explaination hasn’t been enough and it’s still important for you to know my identity, send me an email and tell me why is that important to you and we’ll talk about it.”
Legitimate individuals do not masquerade regarding their indentity, point blank end of story.
Further to that, this is just an old guy that has people shook for no reason. It’s not like if he actually stepped to me I’d be scared. When you see this man you realize what a joke it is. At least you’d think he’d be physically imposing or some shit.
You do the same shit with everyone. You try to discredit the individual instead of the message because it’s easier and you derive sadistic pleasure from putting down individuals for fabricated and embellished reasons. I don’t think any individual with a brain who reads your comments would disagree. So if you don’t, you are retarded.
You just learned how to use commas, periods and semi colons, yeah we all read that other shit.
That’s right, I’m everything you say and yet you’re so obsessed with me that can’t shut your mouth and mind your own business instead of being ass fucked and degraded by me over and over and over again. You truly are one of the most pathetic creatures I’ve ever known. Period. That’s why I despise you so much.
But all said and done, I think you’re just desperate because you’re 26 years old and you’re so broke you can’t even afford to rent an apartment by yourself, you don’t have a girlfriend and can’t afford to pay for even porn, let alone hookers, and you have deep emotional scars and mental wounds that most likely will never heal. You have failed at every aspects of life and will continue to fail, because you’re a piece of shit and you deserve to fail. You’re a fucking loser, and that’s awesome. I love that.
Let’s go back to discussion about U2 and rock music.
I’m sorry but this is laughable. He thinks he’s some porn writer Batman, doing this for the good of the community and it’s separate from his illustrious career. On top of that, he somehow thinks this Colonel persona is the BEST porn writer, and his work so CUTTING EDGE, he needs to be an enigma because the nature of his work would be in jeopardy (and he’s puss). Honestly this shit is ridiculous.