White Honky Afro

Adam Clayton isn’t happy. I don’t need all this again, he thinks. “I vant we go disco,” Bono repeats in his camp Teutonic voice. Clayton hadn’t enjoyed U2's ‘irony years’, not one bit. He looks around at the rest of the band who deny him eye contact. I’m alone, he thinks, there’s no chance unless... Continue Reading →

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