"ultraviolet" is my favorite u2 song. i know this but sometimes forget why.
but for years and years it's been there. when sleep wouldn't come, when the words weren't there, when that stupid 50 mph drive down the nachez trace to starkville wouldn't end.
sometimes- the really crap, restless times- it's all i can listen to. for an hour, a day, a week, a month. however long need be.
if you know me, you know "ultraviolet." you've been repeatedly exposed to it if not actually become its friend (excepting the dread pirate and croftie who have yet to go on a road trip and therefore yet to open the Dread Pirate Dougo's Chest of Road Trip Treasures). this is the song that made me weep from joy at the u2 cover band.
in essence, it's the song where achtung baby slips from the exhillaration and deceptions of the night to the pain and beauty of the day. without "ultraviolet," AB would be an entirely different album. it would hinge upon a phone call from a man in hell. it would be darker, scarier and- after the third track- largely without hope. and i'm for hope.
i hadn't listened to "ultraviolet" in awhile. but last week, in memphis, i drove home from the Big Event during an incredible electrical storm. no rain. no thunder. just tendrils of light- like electrical fingers (think The Emperor in return of the jedi)- darting across the sky. the air smelled like river and azaleas. the ipod was hellbent on playing new order and art brut but only u2 would do.
because there are some storms that are like heaven and some songs that are like prayers.