U2: They are one of the few bands… wait, the only band, I really recall liking since I began taking a real interest in music.
I think, if my memory isn’t deceiving me, I have vague and hazy memories of songs like "Pride" and maybe "Sunday Bloody Sunday" on the radio or TV back in the early 80. But, I had no idea where those songs came from.
My first conscious memory of U2 as a band was the Joshua Tree album (along with most of America, I suspect). I recall my dad buying a cassette tape at a local music store and I wondered why on earth he was buying this record with the three gloomy looking guys on the picture that graced the cover. And what the hell was a joshua tree anyway.
He put it in the cassette player in the car to listen to it right away and, as much as I didn’t want to like it (who, at the age of 10 or 11 wants to admit to liking the music your dad likes?), I was hooked.
It was so different than anything else that was being played on the radio at the time, and yet, it was that different sound that attracted me.
Looking back on U2s music, perhaps with the exception of Boy, their music has always been different from what was and is being played on the radio… or these days, available on iTunes. In the early 90s, for example, no one was doing what U2 did on Achtung Baby and Zooropa. Later that decade, when POP came out, no one else sounded like that. And, so it continues with No Line on the Horizon.
Anyway… back to that Joshua Tree cassette. I kind of “stole” it from my dad. I suppose it wasn’t really stealing… he knew exactly where he could find it if he ever wanted to listen to it. Even though the cassette was eventually replaced with a CD, and later by iTunes, I still have that cassette somewhere, packed away with other childhood mementos.
U2 has always been there… even when I would walk away and get interested in some other band or some other singer, I always returned to them.
Even when it was hard to like them because they sounded so different from whatever else was on the radio, I was drawn to that different sound: Larry’s steady drumbeat that is the heartbeat of the music; Adam’s bass lines which always seemed more like a melody line than a typical bass line; Edge’s powerful, soaring, skyscraping, sparkling guitar; and Bono’s poetic lyrics.
It was music that grabbed you by the shoulders and demanded your attention.
And that was just their albums.
The live shows… now, that is where the music really comes alive and what truly separates the U2 from the rest. Even from the video recordings I have seen of their pre-Zoo-TV tour shows – which were comparatively stripped down, compared to the spectacle of every tour since Zoo-TV – they were powerful shows. U2 concerts have always had a unique combination of drama, emotion and music, better than any opera Verdi, Wagner or Puccini could have written.
The cliché of U2 concerts being a “religious” experience or like going to church is an interesting one. As a Catholic, I have always found comfort in going to mass – even when I have struggled with my faith (well, for me, it’s more like struggling with the institution of “The Church” and other Catholics), mass has been a familiar ritual; a ritual that has been practiced for more than 2000 years by millions of people. Sometimes, it’s the one hour every week where I can clear my mind and just be.
U2 concerts allow me to join with millions of other fans and for a couple of hours share a unique and uplifting visual and sonic experience. U2 concerts are not something you attend; they are an experience. If that is what others mean by U2 concerts being almost like going to church or being a “religious” experience, I totally buy it.
I am not ashamed to admit that anytime the band takes the stage and starts playing that very first song of the concert, I have shed a tear or two as the crowd roars. Certain songs will do it too… One, hearing those first tinkling notes of "Streets," "Bad," "Stay," "I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For," "With or Without You," "Sometimes You Can’t Make it On Your Own," and too many more to mention.
It’s hard for me not to get caught up in the emotion of the moment – especially when seeing the emotion the band puts into the songs combined with the energy and enthusiasm of the crowd. It is indescribable; I mean that quite literally, because when friends have asked me, the morning after a concert, how it was, I can never find words that are adequate enough to describe it.
Anyway… this is probably more than anyone probably cared to read, and it’s probably doesn’t even capture a fraction of what the band means to me, but, it’s a small glimpse into why I am a proud member of the U2 nation… why I will always admire them… why I will continue to listen to them, long after they have left the stage and the sound of the audience singing “40” for the last time has faded and the house lights have come up.