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The Final Countdown - U2 at Sphere - General Discussion Thread Part 3
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gvox
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Crowdfund it, and it's a slim possibly maybe
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Anyone planning on being a bad boy?
gvox
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Maybe shoulda named *this run the Experience tour , eh guys? lol
Irvine511
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I watched the first 40 minutes of Sydney the other night for the first time in years.
Perfection. Reminds me of why I was so obsessed with it in high school. It’s now dated and cringe in places, a lot of it still works even though it was 30 years ago. Some of it really presaged reality TV.
Fuck I’m old.
Perfection. Reminds me of why I was so obsessed with it in high school. It’s now dated and cringe in places, a lot of it still works even though it was 30 years ago. Some of it really presaged reality TV.
Fuck I’m old.
prbiker15
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2 weeks to go. We’re almost there, folks! 
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Write a short story about Bono missing U2's first concert at The Sphere in Las Vegas because he couldn't pull himself away from the buffet at the MGM Grand. Write in the style of Hunter S. Thompson.
In the twisted bowels of the MGM Grand, the madness was unfolding. It was supposed to be a night like no other, a raucous rock 'n' roll spectacle at The Sphere in Las Vegas, and Bono, the flamboyant frontman of U2, was meant to be at the helm. But as the desert sun set and the neon lights of Sin City ignited, Bono found himself ensnared in a psychedelic whirlpool of gluttony.
The buffet at the MGM Grand was a vortex of culinary excess, a sprawling bacchanal of flavors, and Bono was the proverbial moth to the flame. The scent of prime rib, lobster tail, and caviar wafted through the casino, drawing him in with the irresistible allure of indulgence. He had arrived in Vegas with every intention of delivering a performance that would shatter the boundaries of reality, but now, he was on the brink of shattering his own dreams.
Clad in a garish, sequined jacket and oversized sunglasses, Bono was a man possessed. He wielded his plate like a shield, stacking it high with crab legs, mountains of shrimp, and towers of desserts that defied the laws of physics. As he shoveled bite after decadent bite into his gaping maw, he could hear the distant echo of sound checks and the muffled roar of the crowd gathering at The Sphere.
His bandmates, The Edge, Adam Clayton, and Larry Mullen Jr., had frantically tried to coax him away from the buffet, but Bono's trance-like state rendered him impervious to reason. He was in the throes of a culinary epiphany, a Dionysian revelry of the senses.
As the clock ticked mercilessly toward showtime, chaos reigned backstage at The Sphere. The Edge strummed his guitar nervously, Adam fretted over the setlist, and Larry cursed under his breath, his drumsticks poised for action. But where was Bono? The center of their musical universe was lost in the gastronomic abyss.
The concert was scheduled to begin, but the star of the show was nowhere to be found. Panic swept through the crew as they contemplated the unthinkable—a U2 concert without Bono. The crowd grew restless, a swirling sea of expectant faces, their collective energy palpable.
Back at the MGM Grand, Bono's feast raged on. He had moved on to a towering ice cream sundae, adorned with every topping imaginable. As he plunged his spoon into the sweet abyss, a sudden epiphany struck him. He realized that he was meant to be on stage, not drowning in a sugar-induced stupor.
With a jolt of adrenaline, Bono leaped from his chair, sending dessert flying in all directions. He tore through the casino like a man possessed, sprinting toward The Sphere with the manic determination of a man who had just glimpsed the edge of oblivion.
As he burst onto the stage, sweat-soaked and disheveled, the cheers of the crowd washed over him like a baptism of fire. U2 launched into their first song, and Bono, his voice raw with emotion, poured his very soul into the music. The concert that followed was a transcendent journey through the heart and soul of rock 'n' roll, a testament to the power of redemption and the unbreakable spirit of a man who had narrowly escaped the clutches of the buffet's siren call.
And so, in the neon-lit madness of Las Vegas, Bono had missed the beginning but seized the rest, reminding the world that the music would always call him back from the brink, even when the temptations of excess threatened to consume him whole.
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Hewson
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Proof AI will never overtake human:
AI doesn't know Larry is not on board.
AI thinks the MGM is close enough to Sphere that Bono could hear the band sound checking and Bono could sprint to Sphere from MGM.
AI doesn't know Larry is not on board.
AI thinks the MGM is close enough to Sphere that Bono could hear the band sound checking and Bono could sprint to Sphere from MGM.
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Looks like your job is safe for another year, Hewson
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#ChizipsParents
phanan
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Really wish I was able to get out there for this show. Everything I'm reading and seeing has been fascinating thus far.
You all are in for something magical...
You all are in for something magical...
ascender_RS
Refugee
Am I alone in thinking that with only 1800 people in GA, you might end up with a sore neck from trying to check out the towering video screen, but at least you're guaranteed a damn good view of the band?
Guys guys guys!!! Someone asked if there will be anywhere to watch an NFL game that starts at 10am in Vegas.
Anybody know? Nevermind I'm being silly, they probably dont start showing sports there until late afternoon at the earliest. Sunday morning the church services will be on all the TVs.
Anybody know? Nevermind I'm being silly, they probably dont start showing sports there until late afternoon at the earliest. Sunday morning the church services will be on all the TVs.
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I'm not sure how some of these folks function on a daily basis.
ascender_RS
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I mean, we can easily ignore the group, but the scary thing is that these people walk amongst us.
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When it first started it was nice to be able to help people out and find out what was going on with the ticket sale.
Now the only reason why I'm still there is strictly for amusement.
Hewson
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You people are absolutely making this whole Facepalm group thing up.
ascender_RS
Refugee
https://x.com/U2/status/1703126045904310525?s=20
OK, I give up, how do you embed tweets? The code doesn't seem to work..
Goddamit.
Is it too much to expect a like button or for software that recognises how to treat & embed URLs automatically? I'm only surprised we don't need to install Flash to be able to access the forums.
OK, I give up, how do you embed tweets? The code doesn't seem to work..
Goddamit.
Is it too much to expect a like button or for software that recognises how to treat & embed URLs automatically? I'm only surprised we don't need to install Flash to be able to access the forums.
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prbiker15
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What a sight.
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It's different depending on if you use a browser or Tapatalk.https://x.com/U2/status/1703126045904310525?s=20
OK, I give up, how do you embed tweets? The code doesn't seem to work..
Goddamit.
Is it too much to expect a like button or for software that recognises how to treat & embed URLs automatically? I'm only surprised we don't need to install Flash to be able to access the forums.
On the browser it's literally just [tweet] [/tweet]
Tapatalk you just paste
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Jann Wenner, not in front of you
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Larry lives!
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