“Don’t turn off the car”, I told my friend. I had to hear the song blasting through the radio.
We’d just returned from the movie theater where we took in Batman. It was the summer of 1989 only a few months before thousands of East Germans would climb a wall and into the history books.
I sat in the passenger seat of my friend’s Chrysler Laser while Bono belted out a tune I’d never heard before. I don’t know how it escaped me since “The Joshua Tree” had been released two years previously.
I like to sing although I’ve never felt comfortable doing so. But if I had three wishes, one of them would be to sing like this.
I don’t believe in the perfect song. “Mother” from Pink Floyd is close. But “Running To Stand Still” may be the closest to perfection.