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“All I Want Is You” is a U2 fan’s “music story”. It’s about her love for the band’s music and for the men behind the musicians, admiring their keen intelligence, their humanitarian principles and moral values . The book is a collection of articles from the author, Angela Barresi, published online for the Italian website U2360GRADI.IT, for which she has been a contributor for many years, writing for the column “360Pink”, and giving readers a female’s point of view of the band. The idea of these articles comes from a desire to share experiences and feelings that great music can inspire among all the readers. Men and women of all ages, backgrounds and cultures all feel the same passion for this band. U2 achieve in bringing together people and generations that otherwise wouldn’t have such a clear musical identity.An English version of the book was created In order to share opinions and feelings about the band outside the Italian boundaries.
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Angela Barresi
All I Want Is You
To Laura, who looked to my future and saw a man in a business suit, a computer and sheets of paper.
To Federico, my first-born son.
SUMMERY
All I want is you (reflections of a U2 fan)
For Ali Hewson
The eyes that fascinate me
Music that comes from the heart
About love and similar feeling
Room 306
My first “Achtung Baby”
In a split second
U2: Between dreams and reality
Van Diemen’s Land, an Island, a song by Edge
Trip to Ireland
Love is a higher law
All that you know is wrong
The last gentlemen
Thoughts from a fan
Lessons in life
A soundtrack that left a mark on a generation
A big family
If God will sand his Angels
Back to the origins of a faith: why we choose U2
So cruel
A never ending friendship
Those who
U2; songs and memories
A song out of tune
Ten minutes of desperation
Winter
To Howell David Evans
Music can do it
The voice that puts me at peace with the world
Journey to the centre of the earth
Vision over visibility according to Bono
When you fall in love with music
Merry Christmas from U2360GRADI.IT
Facebook, September 1st, 2011
“Hello, my name is Luka and I’m the founder of U2360GRADI.IT; I work as an interior designer but I had a dream I finally realized. I listen to U2 since I was 10 years old, and I thought of creating a space to talk about the band and the true passion I have for it.
U2360GRADI.IT was created from this idea; it’s a non-professional website that aims to grow and develop new ideas, to report interesting news and be known throughout Italy. To be able to do this, I’m looking for people who like to write and who love Ireland’s leading band just as much as I do.
In short, I want to add a new column that talks about U2 through the eyes of a woman, with a feminine view that can communicate different kinds of emotions.
I hope you can be interested in my project, otherwise please tell me if you know someone else who could be.
Thank you for your attention.
Kindest regards.
Let me point out that the column is not intended to be on a daily basis, but you would be writing only once a month.
Thank you and again, I’m sorry if I bothered you.”
Luka
This message from Luka, asking me to write for the website U2360GRADI.IT was messaged to my facebook account; my favourite band, the one that gave a sense to so many moments of my life; the lyrics and music that gave me comfort and joy when I was a young girl and that I still cherish in my heart and mind even now that I am a 36 year old woman. I consider those four Irish gentlemen companions on a journey I take every day knowing that Love is the higher law.
You cannot imagine how surprised I was to read that message; I was offered the chance to write about Bono, Edge, Larry and Adam and let everybody know about this passion that burns within my soul and keeps me alive. I followed U2 in Reggio Emilia, Turin, which is also my hometown, twice in Milan and then back in Turin in 2010, and at last in Rome for the final Italian leg of the 360 Tour. Every single one was unforgettable; being at those amazing shows, together with other fans that share a story with me, singing at the top of my lungs in a stadium featuring an enormous stage blasting out an incredible sound, everything having to be perfect because that show will be remembered for years and years in every detail.
I replied to Luka telling him that I am not a writer; I’m a pharmacist, but I’ll try to express in words, in a woman’s point of view, what I feel about anything that has to do with U2 and that touches me deep.
The first article was good. I wrote it and sent it to Luka as if it was my identification card; I wanted people to know me just the way I am, without pretending to be someone else, because that’s what I felt, otherwise my new column “360PINK” couldn’t continue to exist. That first article was adapted and improved, with my consent. From that moment I started writing my articles once a week, supported by lots of fans who, like me, have a heart that beats at 360 degrees.
Thank you, Luka, for this incredible opportunity.
Thanks to Jacopo for his constant hard work for the 360GRADI.IT website.
This book is not intended to be only a collection of personal thoughts for U2, but also a kind of report about those events and people who changed the lives of four young Irishmen and those who would soon become their fans forever.
From very private affairs, like the sudden death of Iris Hewson, Bono’s mother, or Dave Evans (The Edge) and his wife’s divorce, some of the best songs have been written; songs I have learned by heart and that I listen to at home, in the car or when I take a break during the day. I think about Ali Hewson, Martin Luther King, Aung San Suu Kyi, Bishop Desmond Tutu and the way their stories intertwined with these gentlemen rock stars with a big heart and a pure soul. I really mean it when I write that beyond the musicians there are four men just like us, behind those sunglasses or that hat used to cover baldness, these people live their lives just like anyone else, for their family, in the name of those ancient values passed on from one generation to another.
In the end, this collection is a tribute to music, which has always been an important part of my life, it has seen me through happiness and sorrow, it’s been near me the times I cried all alone, it saw me splitting up and getting back together. Music was the soundtrack for my first love story, it comforted me when I lost a very special Grandmother, it was near my side for many years while I studied in my room, and it made me scream out loud for something that wasn’t fair and for which I couldn’t find the right words to say. Music was an inspiration for my letters, pulled out feelings I was too shy to express, thinking I could be misunderstood. Writing meant feeling free to speak out, it was a vehicle for understanding who I was when I would vent all my deepest thoughts and finally realise I had a heart that beats although I never knew or pretended not to. Music helped me find out who I am, and U2 made me want to know what was happening in the world outside the room I spent most of my time in, between the radio and poetry books. The fear I once had is now gone; now I walk the streets of my city holding my head up high knowing who I am and how I feel. Sometimes I lock myself in the car to listen to Bono’s voice that can free my mind from all the negative and that reminds me how lucky I am to have discovered the world of U2, made also of my own feelings and those ideals I believe in and, just like their songs, will never go out of style.
Dublin, Berlin, Rome, Turin, four cities we all know and love, because it’s where we were born, where we live. These cities are also theirs, the places that gave them inspiration for songs, where they recorded their albums, the cities where we’ve been to see them in concerts that left us fond memories we’ll always keep sharing with friends and family. They have and always will have a key role in our lives, we’ll keep on talking about them forever and ever with the voice of the heart.
ALL I WANT IS YOU
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