The comparison with Gere is rather odd. How does the journo know that the gorgeous woman in the little fur jacket and leather cap isn't a high-ranking UNESCO official, or a leading human rights lawyer, or perhaps the head of PETA- wait, maybe not that last one.
“When I went to meet Bono at the bar of his hotel, I saw Richard Gere seated at a table with a gorgeous woman in a little fur jacket and a leather cap. Bono, on the other hand, had removed himself to a quiet back room, where he was keeping company with a plump, middle-aged white guy in a suit and tie... This was Randall Tobias, head of the Bush administration's AIDS program.”
That's from a 2005 NYTimes Magazine piece on Bono, and I remember being impressed when I read it at the time. He seems to dig into what he's doing, and actually have an effect. I get the impression it's more than just image polishing.
We're contractually obligated to say nice things about Bono*. He actually owns us**.
Duty aside, I'm ok with both Bono--guy does more good things than I do--and lot of U2, except when they drift into gospel and Americana. Then I want to shoot them. No opinion about the glasses, though I've always thought it must be annoying as hell to have the world tinged light blue.
And love lamé on anyone. I'm wearing a spangly jumpsuit at this very moment.
Read about Bono's plan to achieve world peace by haranguing aggressor nations from on high as he conducts a round the world balloon trip. Should it end in (a) spontaneous combustion of a narcissist (b) the group's assumption into heaven, speaking in tongues and surrounded by tongues of fire, or (c) a fiery Hindenburg-like conflagration? Vote early and often at the book's website www.burnbonoburn.com