Man, the most crushing thing ever (for today) is this image that I can’t shake from my mind.
Bono as el mulleto grande. Any time you start to think that the 70s epitomized bad taste (Three’s Company, leisure suits, disco), just pop in that Live Aid dvd and wonder why it wasn’t called “Mulletfest ’85.”
Not that there’s anything wrong with mullets. Wait. Stop. Even I can’t say that with a straight face.