Millennia ago, back before the Interwebz, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, there was a particular classified ad in the Austin Chronicle miscellaneous section, the heading of which was I Danced on Stage with Bono! The person who had run the ad, and who had danced on stage with His Eminence, was desperately seeking photographs of this singular event in her life from anyone that might have been there. It ran for, possibly, years. I remember my cronies in the back of the Half-Price Books on Guadalupe (for the uninitiated, the store that served as the backdrop for the scene with the Kennedy assassination buff in Slacker ) reading the classifieds and joking about it.
She still hasn’t found what she’s lookin’ for, heh.
Can’t she just go to another concert, like, with a camera this time?
yeah, for real.
I mean, man, I hope this chick has, like, other interests in life, ya know?
So, anyway, for most likely entirely unrelated reasons, I thought of that when Athenae sent me this.