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I want to share with yous on the internets my experience in Moncton, New Brunswick on August long- weekend 2011. I left for my 26 hour train journey that was uninterrupted save a 20 min stopover in Montreal. The rail offers a unique experience of seeing the countryside without the stomach turning feeling of being on a Greyhound. After little sleep on Thursday night I awoke on Friday morning with a breath taking view of New Brunswick.
Forests’ and lakes intertwined as the countryside raced by. Small towns with similar yellow siding houses dotted the landscape. Upon arrival in Moncton, it was clear that we were still in Canada. The franchise boom has made many cities in Canada similar and it was not difficult to find a Sobeys, Tim Hortons or Wendys readily available. Still, independent gas stations and convenience stores were still be found in the largely French speaking city.
Once in Moncton and still with excitement to burn, I decided to head up to the concert site from the city centre. Bad idea. Buses were scarce and it became much more apparent that getting to the site was going to be a challenge. After prying locals for knowledge I headed up the site to get a number and say hi to any U2 mates. Seeing the claw from the road it became obvious it was really inland. That is, it was difficult to access. Apparently, Pope John Paul 2 had visited the site in 1984 to open its doors to future saints.
Upon return to the town of Moncton I met several young backpackers who were staying at the hostel (who were only there to see Arcade Fire) and several older u2 fans from as far away places as Germany. A brief walk around the city revealed helpful and friendly people who have been describe as 'colourful' by the national media. I saw no semblance of the East Coast once described as 'economically depressed' and suffering from a ‘culture of defeatism’. I saw a Moncton that willing to drive concert goers to and from the site and many business’ advertising in a seemingly thriving economy.
Awakening on Saturday morning it was this day was going to be challenging. Bono once sang "bone and blood was the price of coal" but I can also imagine that being a U2 fan also had its price and it was about to be paid. The bus service in Moncton, had devised a rather strange method for transporting the fleeting masses. You were required to purchase an advance bracelet that would shuttle you to a designated lot were you then could leave. This plan was to prevent hangers on who had in the past attached themselves to departing shuttles. The odd thing about this was that they sold out of these bracelets quite early and would not negotiate even if you had cash in hand. I did find it strange to watch half-empty shuttles leave parking lots to the site. It seems that economics is not a concern of the bus service of Moncton as presumably they are government funded.
This shuttle debacle made for connecting city buses in the rain. After taking one up, walking was required for a ticket delivery to a fellow fan. The two hurdles of taking city buses and battling the rain caused me to miss my ticket delivery as my UK friend had already entered the park upon my arrival. This led to frustration and the very real thought that a fan had traveled from the UK only to be stumped by local buses. Fortunately his ticket found a home to a poor soul who lost his ticket in the mud.
Carney, the opening band, proved their worth to the doubters. After seeing Reeve carneys emotive singing, I have no doubt as to why Bono and The Edge have so much faith in him. He even attempted Bohemian Rhapsody on guitar and pulled it off. The song is notorious difficult to play live and is usually only done in a joking manner with a bizzarro interpretation. Sadly, they did not play ‘Rise Above’ which would have been fitting of the moment.
Arcade Fire were next on the bill. No strangers to passionate, spirited musical performance, they lifted the crowd up in what seemed to be home turf to them. Their dynamic interplay made them fun to watch. Members shared vocals duties and changed instruments with ease and professionalism. Their track ‘Wake Up’ was especially exciting and surely won acclaim from the many International fans who champion them in the audience.
Finally U2 came on around 9 to their usual set list. From the get-go they seemed relaxed and ready for fun. Deliberately at ease and missing notes with alarmingly frequency, they seemed to be in victory lap mode. A message of prayer to injured crew driver and also giving the video screen over to their crew during one song, the band seemed be gracious to the many people who get them were they need to go.
Sadly, due to the 1AM express departure time to Nova Scotia, I decided to leave during the encore. As I left the field, the amount of people that stretched back even behind the bleachers was unfathomable. The further I walked out of the site I could still see the claw glowing in its majestic intensity. As I heard ‘Out of Control’ the structure truly looked like a spaceship that arrives offers and offers salvation if only for a few hours. As I walked further down Mountain road, the distinct bass line of ‘40’ was barely audible. I secretly think they play this at the end of each tour because there is the slightest chance that the tour finale may in fact be their own finale. However, it never is. Equally rewarding was Bono’s brief but powerful rendition of ‘Springhill Mining Disaster’. A song introduced to them by fellow Dubliner, Luke Kelly. As I passed through Nova Scotia later that morning in that very same town, I realized that it is possible to live on “songs and hope instead.”