Helsinki pre-show. Soft Edge birthday. Songs, tales, food, wine.
The Edge's birthday, and a gorgeous day it was too. We all were taken out for a boat ride through a set of waterways around a 12th century town, about an hour outside of Helsinki. It was a gloriously tranquil afternoon, which segued neatly into a mellow birthday dinner in this ancient little place. There was, to some extent, the taking of alcohol, so not entirely unpredictably the room turned to songs and speeches. People calling upon one another to tell their story of "the first time I met The Edge...".
This is pretty much a U2 custom, and given that most people have a birthday every year, you'd think that you'd hear the same stories over and over. Oddly though, there are always new tales, new songs and new laughs. Selective memory? Creative remembrance? Narrative embroidery? I don't know what causes this phenomenon, but the results are inevitably hilarious.