My wife and I came over from Arizona for Rose Bowl 1...there was no way I wasn't going to see it. My plane had no less than 10 people clearly doing the same, and I imagine quite a few other Arizonans drove and were on other flights. The beat down to get there is what it is...we did the Parsons Engineering park and shuttle...but, damn...the whole day, hanging out on the lawn, watching non-Arizonans dive for cover from the scorching 90-degree sun, talking to people, seeing some questionable U2 backpieces but loving the thought that went into them...it was amazing. The show, with the exception of my section checking out on ASOH, was amazing. Transformative. I nearly cried during RHMT, and maybe it is the imprint from the show, but I am absolutely obsessed with that version.
In my 40's, I go to a lot of concerts. A LOT, especially for a married guy with two kids. One of the things that has disappeared from the concert experience over the years is the wonder about the event, that feeling of the show being the biggest thing ever, and these mythical figures dropping into your town from Planet RockStar to Rock Out With You, YEAAAAHHHAAWWW. The punk club shows I loved were one thing, but the enormodome extravaganza was always special, and especially in the 80's in Phoenix, when we were still a town of 800,000 and known as the Crowd That Hit John Cougar With A Whiskey Bottle during the Who show. But we were also the home of Let's Spend the Night Together and Rattle & Hum (Color). Still, Phoenix shows were either rare or early in tours as most LA based tours started in Tucson then Phoenix (or just Phoenix) to get the kinks out before going to "important" places. We were underdogs, and a show was something to be celebrated, a ride out of this world.
Now, it is scan in, go to the seat, drink a beer, yell when necessary, get mad at the guy taking pictures/videos with his phone flash setting on FLASHLIGHT, and try to find moments that take you somewhere. I usually find them, but they are harder to grab.
Rose Bowl I was that. Maybe it was the setting, the isolation of the bowl, the whole road trip to see a band aspect. Maybe the difficulty in getting there added to the mystique. U2 always holds those moments for me, from my first show on Zoo TV to now. My wife saw both Joshua Tree shows in Tempe, so she was a good co-pilot. And, quite frankly, that show exceeded every expectation I could have. And it is funny, in retrospect, to see it was not just seemingly a special show, but was really a special show, with all the song variations included in one super-show. It felt like the old days to me. That was A Very Special Event.