Ye gods, U2 has returned to sing us fanatics into frenzied and blissful oblivion.
I can't begin to speak about how excited I am about this. I've often referred to my first U2 concert as my first, and to date only, religious experience. This was back in...oh, '05 I think. They were on the Vertigo tour (not to be confused with the How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb tour, which was the official tour behind that seriously under rated album of the same name. I digress.)
Anyway, I can't really describe that show in a way that would do justice to how I felt about it. It's a bit like being genuinely in love. For those who've seen, they know. For those who haven't, no adequate explaination is possible. I suppose you could watch the companion DVD. Needless to say, it sort of made me understand religious fanaticism, arena churches and devotees of Christian rock. Sort of. Well, no, not really.
Anyway, this September, my beloved Irish rockers are returning to Chicago in support of their newest studio effort, "No Line on the Horizon." I admit, with no small amount of shame, that I have not given this album the time it, or indeed any U2 album deserves. Having downloaded it from iTunes this past Friday, I have as yet to hear the entire thing, start to finish. I intend to remedy that as soon as possible.
Now if only the All-State Arena was still called the Rosemont Horizon (and they were playing there, instead of Soldier Field). It would fulfill my appreciation of poetic dorkiness to as-yet unsurpassed levels.
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