As I scanned the highlights of my friends on my Facebook site I noticed that many of my friends have attended the recent U2 360’ tour. The band is in the United States during the months of September and October.
Sell out crowds flock the stadiums and arenas universally to catch a glimpse or better yet an eye of one of the band members. My best friend in college, Tammy Davis, went to a show with her husband.
“We made it to the inner circle. Close to the stage. I got some awesome pictures. And oh yes, Bono looked at me (& Jordan Stancil), pointed to us, and said ‘Walk on,’ I don't care who you are, that's cool,” she said.
This band has been around since I was an adolescent. They were the stuff then and they are the stuff rock and roll legends are made of now. I’ll never forget Trevor Hicks. Not only for his wholesale amounts of intelligence but for his devotion to U2. Vice President of my 1990 graduating class, Trevor Hicks stands next to a U2 sign to express his individuality in the yearbook.
Countdown after countdown appeared as posts on Facebook walls. Hourly and daily updates leading up to witnessing the epic event according to U2 fans. As I watched a post concert video of Bono singing “Amazing Grace,” my daughter asked whom it was singing. I told her U2 but she heard, You Tube, and thought that was a weird name for a band. I then clarified.
Although our economy is skidding down an icy mountain into the hungry mouth of Sasquatch, the same theory holds true. People will spend all of their savings (in America = max out credit) and travel to the ends of the earth to see and hear their favorite band live.
People will also do whatever is necessary to prevent an odious disease from attacking. A vaccination will be purchased and injected or snorted. The media will hype the scare to the “nth” degree and the good people of the world will believe that this vile virus will soon live in each of our bodies if we don’t act immediately.
Imagine thousands of people in an arena watching a concert, spitting, singing, yelling and sweating. Imagine those germaphobes everywhere holing them selves up and shuttering at the thought of a flu that can cause death in some rare cases.
I’m not sure the hoopla for either U2 or the Swine Flu are pragmatic.
What I do know is that with or without you, even if you live where the streets have no names or have lived through Sunday bloody Sunday or an unforgettable fire, an overwhelmingly large amount of our population still haven’t found what they’re looking for.
Word of the Week: Each week I add a word that I have come across in my reading for which I did not know the definition. After looking it up I try to use it in my future columns. Last column’s word was arcane, known or understood by very few; mysterious; secret; obscure; esoteric.
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