Thursday, September 15, 2005
Who needs Sex and Drugs? I've got Rock and Roll!
"Hello, hello"

The show started the exact way I had hoped it would.

The crowd was on their feet. The volume of 25,000 U2 fans was insurmountable. We cheered.

"Hello, hello" he said again.

We cheered louder.

Uno, dos, treize, quatorze. click, click clack. Lights, band, action.

Just like that we were off to an unforettable evening.

The band broguht down the house. The energy and enthusiasm of quite arguably the biggest band in our times was incredible. We sang, we danced, we cheered. We almost cried when Bono sang the song for his father. Notably, the only point in the show which he did not have his glasses on. Sometimes, you really can't make it on your own.

The stage was set up in a way that the band could leave the main stage and venture out between parts of the audience. And venture he did. Never before have I seen anyone dance like that at their own show. He was a true rockstar.

His political message came accross loud and clear. Paul Martin's number flashed accross the video screen, as he reminded each and everyone of us that it was up to us to end poverty. One. No War! No War!


That show. That Band. It was my miracle drug.


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