By Fred Barbash
© 2015, The Washington Post.
In November, rock singer Bono took a bad tumble while riding his bike in Central Park. As he tells it, he blanked out. “I blanked out on impact and have no memory of how I ended up in New York Presbyterian with my humerus bone sticking through my leather jacket. Very punk rock as injuries go.”
“… I broke my hand, my shoulder, my elbow and my face but the real injury this year was to my Irish pride as it was discovered that under my tracksuit I was wearing yellow and black Lycra cycling shorts. Yes, LYCRA. This is not very rock ‘n' roll.”
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At least he had a sense of humor about it.
But on New Year’s Day, it became a lot less funny for the 54-year-old frontman. In a rambling post called “Little Book of a Big Year: Bono’s A to Z of 2014 (which he attributed jokingly to being delirious from pain killers, he wrote that “it is not clear that I will ever play guitar again.”
“Recovery has been more difficult than I thought,” he wrote.
“I have written words for new songs, but I have also had an opportunity to look back and review the year in a way I’ve never had time to do before … there have been more highs than lows, but perhaps the reason for this A TO Z endeavor is an attempt to learn from mistakes – the first of which is the discovery that I am not an armored vehicle. Edge says I look at my body as an inconvenience … The problem, as I see it, is that I think my head is harder than any other surface.”