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MTV Review of the U2 Concert

October 29th, 2001

I went the to U2 Elevation Tour concert in NYC which MTV is calling one of the greatest concerts of all time.

From MTV.com

NEW YORK — In the middle of “Sunday Bloody Sunday,” Bono sauntered down the heart-shaped runway around the stage and stopped directly in front of a young lady holding a large American flag. The singer reached out and took the cloth symbol from her, clutched it against his chest and bowed his head for a few moments while guitarist the Edge, wearing a Yankees T-shirt, vamped away.

It was the only real nod to September 11 during the band’s regular 90-minute set at Madison Square Garden. For a group known for political activism, the lack of commentary seemed unusual, especially since Bono repeatedly mentioned how thrilled he was that the Irish Republican Army has started to disarm. (Click for photos from the concert.)

“Today is a great day for us because the IRA have put their arms to bed,” he beamed, wearing a black leather jacket with a red star above his heart. “We are thankful these men and women have made this choice. Now we’re back to civil rights. That’s what we ought to fight [for].”

It wouldn’t have been much of a leap for Bono to segue his comments about the IRA — a known terrorist group — into a speech about Osama bin Laden and the war in Afghanistan, but he refrained, letting the lyrics of songs like “Stuck in a Moment You Can’t Get Out Of,” “Bullet the Blue Sky” and “New York” do the talking.

It turned out the group was holding its rhetoric until the encore, when a performance of “One” was accompanied by a scrolling list of the September 11 victims on a giant screen at the back of the stage. First came NYPD and FDNY casualties, then the passengers and crew from each of the hijacked flights. And when the band broke into “Peace on Earth” the names of thousands killed in the World Trade Center began to roll by. When projectors also splashed the endless roll call over the walls in the arena, one could see that the venue was as awash in tears as it was with names.

Despite the powerful finale, the concert was anything but woeful or agonized. Throughout the night, U2 rocked like unjaded veterans, playing hit after hit while the crowd sang and danced in response, letting the music sweep away tension and fear for three hours. Whether strutting like a rooster, spreading his arms in a messianic pose or fake-dueling the Edge along the runway and collapsing in mock death, Bono had the audience wrapped around his wraparound sunglasses, and though his voice sounded slightly worn from many nights of performing, his charisma never waned. And whether Bono was cooing softly, yelping or mugging for the cameras, bassist Adam Clayton and drummer Larry Mullen Jr. kept the rhythms solid and driving.

After a passion-soaked “Angel of Harlem,” a woman holding a sign drew a comment from Bono: “America knows it pays to advertise. This young lady wants to play guitar, and she knows the chords.” The girl was helped onstage and handed a guitar for a seemingly impromptu jam of “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.” She even upstaged Bono for a moment, taking the microphone to sing in her best Dylan drawl, “I’m sick and tired of this war/ New York City is the best place/ Knocking on heaven’s door.”

Praise for the Big Apple was the motif of the night, and after “New York” Bono exclaimed, “Here in New York nobody looks at nobody else funny. Even if you’re a Muslim or a dignified follower of Islam you belong in New York City. Muggers, rock stars, megalomaniacs and peanut sellers can all get along.”

Much of the show was unchanged from the band’s earlier trek across the country. Of course, the band played “Elevation” and “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” During “Pride (In the Name of Love)” U2 showed a snippet of Martin Luther King’s “Promised Land” speech on the screen, and for “Bullet the Blue Sky” Bono shined a giant flashlight across various faces in the crowd.

Then U2 played a plaintive version of Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On” filled with high, sustained keyboards and ringing, plucked guitar lines. The song is the centerpiece of a campaign Bono is spearheading to fight AIDS in Africa. That effort was sidetracked by September 11 but it remains a cause U2 are firmly committed to.

Before the show-ending commemoration of “One,” Bono said, “We’re all one. Turn a song into a prayer. And when the dust settles and all this evil has been pushed aside, we can do something in Africa. We’ve seen what happens when Afghanistan implodes. Can you imagine what will happen if the entire continent of Africa is left to implode?”

Garbage provided a less political warm-up for the evening’s headliners as well as a surprise for some fans. As a redhead with pouty lips, writhing hips and some mighty tight outfits, Garbage vocalist Shirley Manson was an alternative sex kitten with dirty-girl attitude. But when she took the Garden stage it became clear that “Androgyny” isn’t just the name of the band’s new single — it’s her new look.

With her short-cropped hair dyed platinum blond and wearing black bike gloves, a baggy white T-shirt and black jeans connected by oversized black suspenders, Manson was less pinup babe and more tomboy, and she reveled in the role, escalating her performance from sensual diva to fun-loving goofball.

She flung karate kicks into the air during “Stupid Girl,” jogged in place for “Only Happy When It Rains” and made bizarre comments through the set. “This is about a friend who lived through the blackest of times and came out a bigger, faster bionic person,” she said before “Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!).”

Sonically, Garbage were equally compelling, deftly translating the processing, loops and keyboards from their studio records to the stage. Drummer Butch Vig, who has produced albums by Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins and others, triggered many of the band’s electronics from his kit, and guitarist Steve Marker and bassist Duke Erikson kept the organic rhythms flowing with grace, giving the songs less electronic atmosphere than they have on record.

“Opening for U2 is like going to rock school,” Manson said. “You learn things along the way.” Maybe so, but judging from the crowd’s response, Garbage would make the honor roll even without the tutoring.

—Jon Wiederhorn

U2 Concert Elevation Tour - Saturday Oct. 27th

October 28th, 2001
 
10/27: U2 Elevation Tour
 

Ok… I’ve been gloating about this like nuts on AIM, but I gotta gloat some more here. Back about a month ago I nailed myself 4 tickets for U2’s Elevation concert on ticketmaster.

I took my best friend Uma with me, and I sold the other 2 tix to my friend Tammy Loh, at cost, and she brought her friend Susan.

The stage setup was interesting, with the layout shaped with a heart, and a fan pit in the middle. Uma and I are ultra-hardcore U2 fans. Although this is my first U2 concert (I couldn’t get tix to last summer nor their 1997 tour), this is Uma’s 3rd. grrr >:-) *jealous*

From what she’s seen and experienced, she said that this has been the best concert that U2 has ever performed, mainly because it was:
1. after the 9/11 attack
2. the last night they were playing in NYC
3. a tribute to those victims of WTC, NYPD, and FDNY

It was quite an emotional thing, and many were in tears.

They played their main singles from their latest album, but played some good oldies especially some of my favorites including:
* New Years Day
* Still haven’t found what I’m looking for
* Pride
* One
* I will follow
* New York City
* Sunday Bloody Sunday

It was all good until the encore finale, which was plain phonomenal. They started with “Pride” and a big TV screen rose from the back of the stage, and stopped to play an exerpt from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. at the part where he talks about seeing the promised land and not being able to go, “free at last, God almighty, free at last…” The screen stayed up and U2 broke out into “One” and the big screen lit up with each of the 4 airplanes that were lost on that day. Listing all the people and crew aboard those 4 doomed flights. Then they broke into “All You Can’t Leave Behind” and listed all the NYPD and FDNY people lost on that tragic day… This is where it got VERY emotional mainly because nearly at least over 1,000 names were scrolling and it took a long time go through them. You never realize how immense the magnitude of the loss of 1,000+ people, until you read EVERY SINGLE NAME. You stop for a moment and realize that you are damn fucking lucky to be alive and that these people sacrificed thier lives to make it a career to make people like us safe, and ask for no recognition. Tonight was their night of honor, do not let their names die in vein. When the names finished, NYPD and FDNY representatives came up on stage to say a few words, mention a few names of the people they were close to that was lost, and U2 honored them. Edge sported a NY Yankees shirt, Bono had on an FDNY t-shirt, and the jacket lining of his leather coat was the American flag. Kudos, U2. A band who is geniune to their music, their beliefs/politics, the community (and world around them), and use their power and influence for the benefit of the greater whole. This is why U2 is still my favorite band of all time.

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Humerous Religious views of Shit (satire)

October 20th, 2001

Note this was a forward I recieved and thought it was pretty funny. Not to be taken seriously (obviously) as it is satire…

Religious Views of Life

Taoism - Shit happens.
Confucianism- Confucius says, shit happens.
Buddhism- If shit happens, it isn’t really shit.
Zen- What is the shound of shit happening?
Hinduism- This shit happened before.
Islam- If shit happens, it is the will of Allah.
Protestantism- Let shit happen to someone else.
Catholicisim- If shit happens you deserve it.
Judaism- Why does this shit always happen to us?
Atheism- I don’t believe this shit.
Agnosticism- What is this shit?

My Taurus Dies on the GWB during Rushour

October 16th, 2001

Ok I’m driving home on Thursday night, and bam! 2 hours of traffic at ALL inbound Hudson Crossings… Grrr… Okay so finally I get onto the GWB and chugga-chugga… my car friggin stalls out. 3rd lane, smack on the middle of the GWB. FACK!! I call my insurance company and they said they can’t help me since I’m not under full coverage which covers road side assistance, and I left the damn Ford Roadside assistance # at home. Yeeesh! Finally an hour later a Port Authority Van comes up behind me and uses his damn PA system to tell me that I can’t park here and that I should move my car. I’m thinking, “you fuggin moron, don’t you think if I could I would?!!” Eventually this idiot gets the hint that the car is disabled, and they call over one of these huge Port Authority dump trucks (the kind that block the entrace of the holland tunnel so some craze terrorist can’t ram his way through) to ram my car off the bridge to the port authority terminal. They call a tow truck for me, and the tow truck driver fucking locks my keys in the car after putting it in neutral. He assures me not to worry and he’ll remedy the situation later.

Anyhow this genius takes me to an auto shop in the middle of friggin Spanish Harlem, and mind you its by now 10PM, and I stick out like a sore thumb in a polo shirt and slacks.

Thing takes friggin hours to fix, and they tell me to come back later, so I go off to find a restaurant in Spanish Harlem. Bad idea. I was getting harrassed like crazy, people asking “what the hell is that guy doing here,” and “hey moron! Chinatown is on the other side of the island” Grrr… Anyhow finally found a restuarant (since there weren’t any nearby) 10 blocks later. Got a call 3 hours later from the garage.

Total Damage:
$400 - new fuel pump, fuel filter, labor
$100 - Port Authority “ramming” charge, and the tow

I just got my damn paycheck last night and almost 1/2 of it is gone because of this crap.

My next car is gonna be a damn Honda Accord. Screw american PoS cars…