Join Date: Sep 2001
Location: where I may rock, swivel, and roll. (Daddy Pants Parties on weekends.)
Local Time: 09:32 PM
UGH I'm so sorry! (but I had to smile at the beginning, I didn't go to this thing for 4-H because of the anniversary and am getting treated oddly now)
Reviews, expected and not:
Review: U2 in Tacoma, 04-12-01
U2 Gets Down and Delights Crowd with Bundle of Hits
The Seattle Times, April 13, 2001
Getting down with the people.
U2's new, stripped-down tour brings the band down to the audience's level, with a simple, uncluttered stage and two long extensions that sweep out from the side and join together in front, in a heart shape. Inside the heart were about 300 concertgoers, randomly selected from the capacity crowd.
The ramps gave lead singer Bono the chance to interact with fans, slapping hands, bending down to sing right in people's faces and bringing a girl up from the crowd to dance with him.
In keeping with the friendly, easygoing atmosphere, the band was dressed down in jeans and T-shirts, except for Bono, who was in a black leather jacket and black jeans. He even took off his sunglasses.
Musically, U2 gave the people what they wanted. The show was filled with hits, emphasizing the emotional, anthemic classics the band has long been known for. The audience, on its feet for show, lustily sang along and cheered the band members like they were heroes.
The group appeared on stage even before the lights went down, when many people were still returning from intermission. Band members eased right into "Elevation," one of the many songs from the new All That You Can't Leave Behind.
The audience chimed in, singing the "Whooos" along with Bono. The big hit from the album, "Beautiful Day," which has given the band its biggest boost in a decade, came next, energizing the crowd even more.
"Until the End of the World" kept up the rocking pace, with the audience screaming at the line, "Are you having a good time?"
"Seattle is united with Dublin," Bono said, referring to the band's hometown. "Something very deep and profound.
"And that is the rain!"
He also lauded the area's "extraordinary music," without getting specific.
"Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of," another song from the new album, was more rocking than on the album, and featured vocals from guitarist the Edge.
Moving scrims made for even more intimacy on the stage during the whip crack of a song, "Even Better Than the Real Thing." It became a one-two punch with "I Will Follow." The pace kept up with a passionate "Sunday Bloody Sunday."
The mood then mellowed with "The Sweetest Thing."
The band members, gathered at the end of the stage extensions, created a quiet, warm moment with "The Ground Beneath Her Feet," a ballad with lyrics by Salman Rushdie.
The band kept the crowd excited with such rousers as "Desire," "Where the Streets Have No Name" and "She Moves in Mysterious Ways" [sic].
Encores included "Bullet the Blue Sky" (spiced with a little bit of Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love" and David Bowie's "Young American"), with Bono shining a bright spotlight on people in the crowd, "With Or Without You," "In the Name of Love" [sic], "One" and the band's latest single, "Walk On."
© Seattle Times. All rights reserved.
CONCERT REVIEW: The sweetest thing -- U2 plays Tacoma
Nate Schweber, Montana Kaimin (University of Montana)
MISSOULA, Mont. -- The night before I saw U2, my band Moxie played a
gig at the Ritz. One of the tunes we do is U2's "Desire." We were coming
out of that middle section where the guitarist vamps on an E chord and
the singer chants, "For love or money-mon-mon-mon-money." Right when I
sing "And the fever, when I'm inside her," (which, granted, may be my
salty interpretation of a different lyric) the band is supposed to hit a
big D chord and then go into the chorus, "Des-i-i-i-i-re." We missed
it. I was frustrated because a lot of friends and fellow musicians
turned out to hear us and we flubbed up.
Twenty-three hours later I'm standing 20 feet away from Bono himself in
the Tacoma Dome. Bono is chanting, "Love or mon-mon-money," and The Edge
is riffing an E chord on an acoustic guitar. Bono is waving his right
arm at The Edge to cue the big D chord. The Edge misses Bono's cue and
Bono adds an extra four measures of mony-monies. U2 fucks up "Desire" in
front of 25,000 fans.
Nobody cheered louder than me.
"That song," Bono spoke as the arena roared in applause, "Is dedicated
to anyone out there who's starting a rock 'n' roll band."
On April 12 I saw U2 in Tacoma, Wash. on the Northwest leg of their
"Elevation Tour." It was a religious experience. For those of you who
plan on seeing U2, read with caution because I'm going to give away all
their gimmicks. For all of you who love U2, read on and revel in the
phenomenon of the four Irish lads.
I met my childhood pal Sean outside the Tacoma Dome (I got him a ticket
as a birthday present). We were on the floor a long jump away from a
giant, heart-shaped catwalk that ascended from the stage into the crowd.
We were standing in front of two women who I caught giving each other
the "Oh shit, we're standing behind two stupid, tall guys," look. Sean
and I chivalrously traded spots with the chicks and we all rapped about
how much we loved U2. (The real irony is we were all stuck behind dudes
who looked like Portland Trailblazers).
Dynamo PJ Harvey took the stage in a shimmering black outfit. She
wrapped her powerhouse voice around songs like "This Is Love," and "Big
Exit" for 45 minutes. My love for Polly Jean only grew.
With the houselights still up from the set change, U2 strode to the
stage and rocked into "Elevation," the uber-sensual tune from their new
album All That You Can't Leave Behind.
The Edge wore a navy-blue toque, a maroon jersey bearing the number 33,
and blue jeans with sequins down the seams. Bassist Adam Clayton wore a
sweater and smoked. Sexy drummer Larry Mullen Jr. wore black pants with
a denim shirt unbuttoned down his chest.Bono wore black boots, black
pants, a black T-shirt and a sleek black leather jacket. His black hair
was long and slicked back and he sported shades. Damn he looks good in
I saw U2 on their PopMart tour in Salt Lake City in 1997. Bono had a
shaved head he wore silly yellow glasses and wore an orange shirt with a
superhero's build printed on it. The show was a highlight of my life,
but Bono just didn't look too cool. Now, thankfully, Bono's given a
mature slant to his coolest look: the black-vinyl-and-big-bug-sunglasses
"Fly" persona which he gallivanted around the world during U2's "Zoo TV"
tour in the early '90s.
In the middle of "Elevation" the house lights dropped and the stage lit
up. U2 played an ecstatic version of its big hit "Beautiful Day" during
which Bono led the crowd in yelping, "The GOAL is SOUL!!!" Four overhead
video screens showed each bandmember in crisp black and white.
The band played Bono's ode-to-Judas "Until The End of the World." Bono
and The Edge strutted down their catwalks and acted out a bullfighting
scene. Then Clayton hit the bassline for "New Year's Day," a nugget from
the band's 1983 album War.
Bono spoke to the crowd and said that Seattle, Wash. and Dublin,
Ireland share something "very, very profound. Rain." Then he dedicated
U2's soulful new tune "Stuck In A Moment" to recently deceased INXS
singer Michael Hutchence.
The screens switched off and the lights turned red, green, purple and
blue for an intense run through of "Gone," one of the highlights from
U2's 1997 album Pop. Then the screens flashed on for "Even Better Than
The Real Thing." Bono donned a cowboy hat, flashed his silhouette on
giant screens and scatted like Frank Sinatra on a sensory-overload
version of "New York."
Bono is a master at working an audience. His every nuance commanded
each eye in the arena. In contrast to Bono, who spent most of the show
on the catwalk, the rest of U2 seemed almost like a backup band.
Unlike the PopMart tour, Bono played guitar on "I Will Follow," U2's
first hit from their debut album Boy. Bono sang snippets of Bob Marley's
"Get Up Stand Up," in the middle of "Sunday Bloody Sunday," and he
played keyboards on "The Sweetest Thing."
After some flattering introductions, Bono and Edge led the crowd
through laid-back, acoustic singalongs of "In A Little While," "Desire,"
and "The Ground Beneath Her Feet," -- a song where U2 put music to words
written by Salmon Rushdie. Bono brought The Edge's young daughter up on
stage and danced with her.
Then the band launched into a gorgeous, passionate version of "Bad," a
personal favorite that I was thrilled to hear live. U2 hit the
stratosphere with "Where the Streets Have No Name." Bono recited prayers
during the intro then conducted his band like a symphony when it hit
full stride. Everyone in the crowd jumped up and down. Bono laid on a
screen showing a dancing woman's silhouette for the intro to "Mysterious
Ways." He then ad-libbed parts of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" in the
U2 closed its main set with "The Fly," a corker from Achtung Baby that
rocked my world live. The video screens flashed the word "BeLIEve" and
Bono sprinted circles on the stage ramps.
U2 played a video of Charlton Heston talking about guns before kicking
off their first encore with "Bullet The Blue Sky." I thought it was
awesome that U2 gave the tune a new, anti-NRA twist. During The Edge's
acid-rock guitar solo, Bono, now dressed in blue denim, shone a
spotlight into the crowd a-la-"Rattle and Hum." During "With Or Without
You," Bono brought a woman from the audience to slow dance as light
projectors shone constellations on the ceiling of the T. Dome. U2 ended
its first encore with a vibrant version of "Pride (In The Name of
U2 closed with "One," a loose run through of "Unchained Melody," and
"Walk On," a hit off its new album.
Great concerts, like sex, love, revelations and epiphanies, are
impossible to do justice to in words. Seeing U2 is like being bathed in
divinity for two hours. It was, in a word, phenomenal.
Published: Friday, April 27, 2001
Something that usually cheers me up:
Believing in U2
U2 brings to the Target Center something rare and wonderful: authentic
passion in the age of plastic
By JIM WALSH, POP MUSIC CRITIC
I believe in believing in something, so what I have come to believe in most
after all these years is rock 'n' roll.
I believe there are those who will believe me to be ancient and almost
medieval for making such a statement, but I believe rock 'n' roll to be not
a genre of music but an all-encompassing force that simultaneously forsakes
and embraces all that came before it and all that has come since.
I believe it to be the sound of freedom, liberation, the human spirit
unshackled. I believe in the Kingdom Come and then all the colors will bleed
I believe in electric guitars ringing, chiming, screaming. I believe in last
call, drinks all around and the first cup of coffee in the morning after a
hard day's night. I believe in torn jeans, T-shirts, leather, tattoos,
punk-rock girls, trouble boys, drummers who look like cats clawing out of a
corner and lighted cigarettes propped up on the end of guitar necks like
I believe U2's Bono when he sings, ''I believe in you.''
I believe in sock hops and raves. I believe in lyrics that don't make sense,
songs that get better after 10 plays in a row, hip-hop beats that curl toes
and tongues. I believe in suburban teens finding homilies in Napster,
suburban parents finding miracles in home stereos, city slickers finding
gold in headphones and all of them connecting to the same giant antenna in
the heavens. I believe rock 'n' roll saves lives.
I believe in fire in the belly, passion in the back seat, snare drums that
sound like cannon shots coming over a ship's bow and singers, writers and
poets who spill their guts, open their veins, make us laugh, show us the
way. I do not believe in ''post-rock'' or music that makes me feel numb or
I believe I am starving for a rock band to blow the roof off an arena, the
way I believe U2 will blow the roof off the Target Center on Tuesday night.
I believe I am not alone. I believe we the people have had it with Fake. I
believe that more and more of us are rising up and saying what John Lennon
sang many years ago: ''Gimme some truth.''
I believe U2's Bono to be one of the fed-up folks. I believe he is on the
great explore, and that he will be until the day he dies. I believe his is
one of those lives that was saved by rock 'n' roll and that he believes he
has a debt to repay. Which I believe he has done already, if only with ''I
Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.'' Which I believe people,
including its makers, will sing, listen to and glean guidance and comfort
from many years after all of us have shaken, rattled, and hummed off our
I believe U2 believes in roots, the kind that on Tuesday will invisibly
extend from the Target Center stage across the street to First Avenue, where
U2 played its first Twin Cities concert in 1981. I believe Bono has a good
memory. I believe that is why he called Joey Ramone on Good Friday, and why
two nights later, a few hours after Joey died, U2 encored in Portland with
the Ramones' ''I Remember You.''
I believe bands like U2 inspire faith. I believe it is no coincidence that
Joey Ramone passed into the great beyond while U2's ''In a Little While''
played in his hospital room. I believe that many people who believe in U2
are of many faiths ‹ some devout, some fallen away, some returning to the
scenes of their crimes.
I believe ''Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of,'' which was inspired by
the suicide of INXS singer Michael Hutchence, helps the forlorn to remember
that This Too Shall Pass.
I believe the most enlightening lyric I heard on the radio this winter also
came from U2, one I would wish upon anyone who periodically wrestles with
various funks, depressions and blues-to-be: ''You're on the road but you've
got no destination/You're in the mud, in the maze of her imagination/You
love this town even if it doesn't ring true/You've been all over it, and
it's been all over you/It's a beautiful day/Don't let it get away/It's a
beautiful day/Don't let it get away.''
I do not believe in nitpicking when it comes to matters of the heart, which
is what the U2 stage is shaped like for this tour. I believe people who pay
almost $100 to stand in a basketball arena with 20,000 other
ordinary/flawed/uninspired souls who have been yearning to sing along to a
verse such as, ''What you don't have you don't need it now/What you don't
know you can feel it somehow,'' are getting a bargain.
I believe that Tuesday night, Bono will be proved correct in his assertion
in SPIN magazine that the reason many of the ''Elevation 2001 Tour'' tickets
are general admission is because, ''In the U.S., the experience of seeing U2
was never a physical one the way it was in Europe. There, the whole floor
would lift up. It was intoxicating.''
I believe in being lifted up. I believe U2 embodies what Thomas Jefferson
said in 1816, which still haunts true today: ''I hope we shall crush in its
birth the aristocracy of our monied corporations which dare already to
challenge our government to a trial of strength, and bid defiance to the
laws of our country.''
I believe our corporate government is not acting in our best interest, and
that all the hollow entertainment it sponsors is no mistake. I believe the
powers that be want us driven to distraction, to quarrel among ourselves, so
they can do their bidding in peace and cloak of darkness. I believe that U2
is not about to let them get away with it.
I believe that the Irish musicians could help save us from ourselves, if we
just listen to their dreams of a better world, born as they are of their
homeland's eternal strife: Sinead O'Connor, Van Morrison, Mary Coughlan,
Mike Scott and all the others who have firsthand experience in overcoming a
culture of bureaucratic repression through magic.
I believe America has a hole in its soul. I believe U2, the fighting Irish,
can help fill it. I believe them to be a bunch of tough bastards. I do not
believe in false idols, like the Smashing Pumpkins' Billy Corgan, who upon
the breakup of his band said, ''Fighting the Britneys of the world just got
too hard,'' or some nonsense.
I do not believe in giving up. I believe in fighting for what's right, and
good, and dangerous, and dirty, and true. I believe in going to war. I do
not believe that U2 believes that rock 'n' roll is dead, or that it is a
genre, or nostalgia. I believe that if rock 'n' roll will one day join the
dinosaurs as a cultural signpost and as a viable spiritual path, then U2 is
not going down without a fight.
I believe it to be less lofty than all that. I believe Bono when he sings,
''I'm not afraid of anything in this world/There's nothing you can throw at
me that I haven't already heard/I'm just trying to find a decent melody/A
song that I can sing in my own company.''
I believe that something like the Holy Spirit flows through people like
Bono, who I believe believes he has a job to do, which he has exhibited
countless times through his music, his good nature, his trips to Bosnia and
beyond, his induction speech of Bruce Springsteen into the Rock & Roll Hall
of Fame and through what he wrote in Q magazine last year: ''I was thinking
about Bob Dylan the other day, trying to define what it was about him that I
respect so much, and what came to me was a line by the poet Brendan Keneally
from the 'Book of Judas,' a line which I used for guidance on the Zoo TV
tour but which I realized applies to Bob Dylan throughout his whole career.
The line is: The best way to serve the age is to betray it.
''That is the essence of Bob Dylan: not just as simple as being on whatever
the other side is, because that's just being a crank, and cranks at the end
of the day aren't very interesting, because you always know their position.
Dylan was at one point in time the very epitome of what was modern, and yet
was always a unique critique of modernity. Because in fact Dylan comes from
an ancient place, almost medieval.''
I believe U2 to be cut from the same cloth. I do not believe their bigness
gets in the way of their realness. I do not believe that rebellion or
shocking the next generation is the sole function of rock 'n' roll, and I
believe that those who seek to do so through obvious means have missed the
point entirely and are trying too hard. I believe in melody and mini-anthems
and maxi-anthems and goosebumps and confusion and rage and rapture and
ballads and bashers and buzzing amps and bum notes.
I believe in zoot suits and Beatle boots and Louis Armstrong and the Stones'
tongue and ''London Calling'' and Chuck Berry and neighborhood record stores
and all-ages nightclubs and no cover and that new Fatboy Slim video with
Christopher Walken dancing on the ceiling.
I believe in the ex-Dairy Queen worker who told me he always gave free ice
cream to anyone wearing a Rev 105 T-shirt. I believe in looking out for the
other guy. I believe everyone should stop saying, ''That rocks,'' about
things that absolutely do not rock.
I believe if you care, you rock. I believe if you care about where this
world is going, where all of us are going, not just you, then you rock.
Which is to say that I believe in rock 'n' roll. Which is to say that I
believe in you, and vice versa.
Something to do with politics, kids, freshness, and breakthrough.
...what's a Bono?