Last night I joined a throng of 50,000 concert-goers trooping into Suncorp Stadium to see the U2 360 concert tour rock Brisbane. It’s the second time I’ve seen them play live, the previous time was the infamous Zoo TV tour of 1993, the night where Adam Clayton actually took the stage in Sydney after a drug-bender the previous evening saw his bass tech fill in.
It's a beautiful day
Then, as now, my experience of the concert was primarily a cerebral experience, probably in contrast to many of the crowd at both venues. Let me explain.
My relationship with U2 is more one of grudging respect than slavish devotion. Unlike the majority of my peers, I just wasn’t all that into them during the 1980s. Sure I will admit that some of their anthemic tunes play as a soundtrack to teenage life, but I think that’s a given for nearly anyone living in the West who was born in the early 1970s. Arguably they were the biggest band of both the 1980s and certainly the 1990s, and in this century they’ve leveraged their fame and firmly established themselves as proud members of a small galaxy of über bands – Beatles, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, U2.
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