I posted this review on a blog I run with a friend (onelouder.blogspot.com) :
Bono calls Phoenix a miracle city. I don't know about that, but U2 seems to always put on a miracle show in this town and Friday night was no exception. Besides the "Miracle Drug" and the presence of "Yahweh", it was a song about heroin, "Bad", that put this show among the best I've ever seen.
Now you might wonder what insanity would draw me from the East Coast (and its 50-odd upcoming U2 dates) out to the edges of Phoenix sprawl land to see U2 in an arena with or without a team crisscrossed by multi-lane avenues with no names.
But there's a personal history here. I grew up in Arizona. In the spring of 1987 I saw my first U2 show in Tempe. I was there for the opening night of the Joshua Tree tour when Bono lost his voice and the crowd sang the words to every song. I was there, when they played Sun Devil Stadium, filming a movie. Outside that stadium I got Bono's autograph on the back of a PopMart poster in 1997. Since that show in April of '87, I've seen at least one U2 show in Arizona on every tour that's come through that state.
So, last Friday found me back in the desert for my first taste of the Vertigo experience. The scene: Glendale Arena, built for the Phoenix Coyotes, the NHL ice hockey team. It snows in Phoenix maybe once every five years. The whole city would dry up and fly away if it weren't for water channeled from the Colorado River. The arena was packed with mythical red staters, with parents and kids, with day trippers from Mexico and California and beyond.
I barely paid attention to Kings of Leon. Sorry Coolfer. This was not the place to appreciate them. My brother and I were on the floor, shut out from inside the elliptical ramp by the luck of the laptop draw. Standing next to the entrance of this Promised Land, we witnessed one Eva Longoria look-alike after another attempt to bargain her way past the security. Money was offered, as were sexual favors.
Knowing we couldn't compete with that, we managed to push our way to within 10 feet of the ramp, left side, The Edge's side. The Arcade Fire's "Wake Up" blared over the PA, lights go down, confetti falls and suddenly it's the "City of Blinding Lights". "Beautiful Day" followed, with "Vertigo" on its heels. There was no time for breathing. The opening drum beats of "Gloria" pushed us old-timers closer and closer to religious experience territory.
Later, the moment arrived. For the first time on this tour U2 played the tune for me: "Bad". Now I have probably 30 or 40 versions of this song on my computer. There's one or two that I come back to: the Live Aid rendition still stands as the definitive. Add Friday's performance to it. An amazing, goose-flesh version. I've got an MP3 of it now, but I don't know if I'll listen to it. Repetition may take steal the glory from the memory.
Frankly, the rest of the show was a blur. The next day I was tired, sore and hoarse. That's the real sign you've enjoyed yourself at a show.