Actually, his two biggest complaints were that the stadium wasn't serving beer and that people were actually, you know, paying attention to the concert instead of smoking weed, chit-chatting, and forming dance circles. What sort of stoner-ass-dirty-hippie concerts has he been going to? He kept walking around trying to talk to people and they all ignored the moron in the Tool hoodie. Gee, I wonder why. So he "had to go find a seat" cause he was so uncomfortable. He sat on his ass at the back of GA and didn't see anything, after making it all the way to the outer-outer rail, then getting claustrophobic. He also said he was uncomfortable with Bono humping the air, like he does, and proceeded to try to tell me in detail which songs he didn't like and why. And the significance of certain snippets/songs and that I had a conversation with Dallas Schoo was totally lost on him. I know he's not a U2 superfan like the rest of us here, so he doesn't get certain things, but if you were all excited over Breathe being played (they didn't, not a spoiler) and then I turned around to tell you why I hated it while not giving a single shit about your excitement, and you slugged me (not that Traviud would hit a girl, I'm just sayin'), that'd be my cue to shut the FUCK up, not shit all over 3 other songs whose titles I'm not even close to getting right. I offered to burn him a CD of the setlist and he goes, "No thanks. I'm not really a fan of theirs." If I hadn't been too sore to blink, I would have torn his nuts off.