The date was December 11th 1984, the venue was the Aragon Ballroom on Lawrence avenue in Chicago. The event was the 3rd leg of the Unforgettable Fire tour by U2. A young man who had arrived in the summer of '84 ( live aid hadn't happened yet for Bono) went to his first U2 concert. I remember them playing "Sunday" and at the end everybody was singing 40. It took a cold Chicago night in an ancient ballroom to make a fan. I remember them stopping the concert to allow the crowd to push back as there was crushing up front, I remember thinking how I hadn't really heard of them.
To the present and a warm evening in Croke Park on the 25th July 09, just a quick 25 years later and a dad brings his 11 year old boy to see his first rock concert, his arms wrapped around me and rocking out. When they played "Beautiful Day" early on the tears rolled down my cheeks...
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Magical.
Just home from the Monday gig at the Croker. I had Daughter Number One down on the pitch, Daughter Number Two being up in the stands with her mum.
Daughter Number One (nearly 12) spent some time piggybacking me and then we discovered that I could still carry her cantilevered on my hip, as I did when she was a baby.
Magical.
She bounced and sang to the songs she knew and oohed and aahed at the extraordinary visual spectacle. This was a concert you could enjoy is you were stone deaf.
Then Bono broke from the setlist, nipped over to whisper to Edge and got the boys backstage to crank up the backing track for 'Bad.'
Magical.
To heck with her memories. I'll never forget it.
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