We're all going a bit stir-crazy right now. It might seem like a good time to focus on your art, but the fact of the matter is that none of us are likely to create a masterpiece under the threat of fevery death. That includes Bono, who in a fit of restlessness, uploaded a song he wrote "about an hour ago" to Instagram last night. One he apparently wrote "for ANYONE who this St. Patrick's day is in a tight spot and still singing" but especially "for the doctors, nurses, carers on the front line," who it's safe to say have politely declined his offering. He "thinks" it's called "Let Your Love Be Known," so ... we're already not off to a great start.
The not-great start quickly turns into a not-great opening verse, not just for senility reasons, but also for the defiance of good pandemic practices as he laments "walk through the streets of Dublin," where "no one was near." Why are you walking through the streets of Dublin, Bono? You're old! Self-isolate! Especially from whoever's holding the camera and keeps zooming in on random parts of your face.
After that, it just kinda disappointingly peters out into the sort of bland ballad we've come to expect from Bono, who hasn't written a good song since 2001 (or ever, depending on who you ask). What he has always been objectively good at, though, is singing. I for one certainly can't competently belt out the chorus of "Pride," but if the high notes he embarrassingly attempts in this song are anything to go by, neither can he anymore. That's the service this song really provides: The confirmation that Bono, like you, is getting older and suckier, and virus or no, death is coming for us all. Please enjoy the sound of your impending doom.
Manna will incompetently belt out the chorus of "Pride" for Twitter followers.
