I wasn’t really going to write anything about attending the U2 concert at New Meadowlands Stadium last night, because, let’s face it: first, you probably don’t care. Second, I have nothing to add to any reasonable review of the show that you hadn’t read before that likely doesn’t go along the lines of:
“What an audacious stage design and lighting extravaganza! A tour de force by a set of talented stage designers and a band that still harbors an ambition bordering on delusion to try and be the greatest rock band in the world!”
“The Edge has still got it. And by it, of course, I mean that sad-but-not-quite-totally-stupid do-rag he’s been wearing for 25 years to cover up his now-has-to-be-completely-bald-head. He still plays a damn great guitar, though.”
“The sound at New Meadowlands is much better than old Giants Stadium, I gotta say.”
“I’m really glad I enjoyed the show and got to see them, maybe not at their peak, but clearly well before they become completely, embarrassingly old (Yeah, Rolling Stones, we’re looking squarely at you. I see you looking at that map and calendar, Jagger. Put it down very, very, slowly. Keep your hands where I can see them.)”
Since it’s hotter out than the inside of a nutsack in hell, I haven’t quite left the office yet. So thanks for allowing me to not really enlighten you.
7 months ago