- 26 Aug 01
This was more than a gig, but it wasn't a party. It was the mutual celebration of an audience and a group.
It was lost in the heart of a crowd, where recollections grow wild with fancy. Caught in a ... a ... landslide, a light show, a movement, a positive noise, ayee-haw, a whoopee cushion of gigantic proportions, and ... Hello! Hello! ... a homecoming.
This was more than a gig, but it wasn't a party. It was the mutual celebration of an audience and a group. It was tribal in the way much rock can be but it had something more, a sense of community, which sent surges of anticipation and excitement through those present even before the group went on stage.
Four thousand people welcoming home U2, four thousand and most of them younger than me (I'm only 20!). U2 now belong to them, or rather with them. Because not only are they the only major Southern Irish success story since The Boomtown Rats, they are young. Young in the sense of being much the same age as their audience, there is no great insight involved here; it is that they are part of their audience, by birth, by sensibility, by commitment.