On Thursday I ambled along to Sheffield to see U2. I’m not their biggest fan, I think Bono is a bit of a tool, but their music (especially the older stuff) is mighty fine to my ears.
Just before a gig is about to start, that 5-10 minutes just before the band come on stage, the anticipation and excitement of what awaits turns me into a 5 year old on Christmas day. Even more so on Thursday when I was just coming up on different concoctions of drugs and alcohol.
Ten minutes later and 3 songs into the set – I think they were singing ‘Beautiful Day’ – I had a drug and alcohol fuelled “moment” and decided it would be a fantastic time to phone some family and friends.
Yes, I know. Not the greatest plan I’ve ever had.
The worst thing anyone can do to me is phone me when they are at a gig, apart from anything else I just think they are a knobhead. On Thursday I was that knobhead.
I’ve no idea what I said, if they heard me, or even if they could tell I was off my tits. Thankfully, whatever I said will have been drowned out by Bono…I hope. Four days have past and I’ve had no complaints, so it was more than likely just a mumble of noise. Phew.
In the cold light of day though, I’d have to say that the show ranks up there as one of the best gigs I’ve seen. I know they aren’t everyone’s cup of tea but the stage, the music, the lights…the whole shebang was brilliant.
The only thing that put me off was the preachy ‘let’s save the world’, 5 minute speech from Bono near the end. Ok, he has a point – and they can reach however thousands/millions of people over the course of a tour with their ‘message’ – but it’s still fucking wanky.