Monday’s Earful: U2 @ Giants Stadium
Monday’s Earful: U2 @ Giants Stadium
By: David Schultz

We are well beyond any debate over whether U2 is currently the biggest band in the world. They assumed that mantle quite some time ago and show no signs of relinquishing their stranglehold on the title. Unlike anyone since the Beatles, U2 makes you feel like part of something larger. Since putting away The Flyâs sunglasses and shedding the ironic patina of megalomaniacal excess that they wrapped themselves in at the end of the 90s, U2 suffused All That You Canât Leave Behind, How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb and the recently released No Line On The Horizon with their passionate desire to change the world without resorting to pandering, preaching or hyperbolic hypocrisy. The Beatles thought all you needed was love and that we should give peace a chance; U2 is a bit more proactive and a lot more politically engaged.
Last week, U2 carted one of the most extravagant stadium sets into Giants Stadium for a pair of weekday shows in the Garden State. Primordial let modern, the immense stage included one of the more amazing video screen constructions ever seen in a concert setting. Due to the NFL moving Sundayâs New York Jets game up three hours, U2âs Friday night party in New Jersey had to be relocated to Wednesday. The midweek show may have dimmed the collective inebriation of the crowd but it hardly doused the electricity. A U2 concert is nothing short of a life-affirming event: if you donât leave the show having been uplifted in a deeply existential way, rock and roll may not be the thing for you to be spending your time on. âWalk On,â dedicated to Burmese dissident and political prisoner Aung San Suu Kyi, not only came with an explanation as to who she is (which câmon, you wouldnât have known without Bono), it had a parade of children displaying her photo in a quiet and moving protest. In the lead-in to âOne,â a video of Desmond Tutu reminded the audience of the power that human beings have to effectuate change. That it may have echoed the same sentiment expressed in the Pele speech from Vision Quest made it no less inspiring. The power harnessed by U2 and unleashed on their massive crowds is the exact type of influence that those hysterical suburbanites worried about in the Fifties. Fortunately, U2 adheres to the good side of the force. Blackberry bends to Bonoâs whims, not vice versa.
With a monstrous in-the-round stage at his disposal, Bono is the living embodiment of a rock star. In perfect control of his surroundings, he conveys meaning with every gesture and action. Every move is equally calculated and improvised; thatâs his genius. Bonoâs credibility has reached the level where even his most sophomoric lyrics sound like pithy maxims expounding great truths. Thereâs no other explanation for âIâll Go Crazy If I Donât Go Crazy Tonight,â which could be ripped directly out of a teenage girls diary. However, when Bono sings about global change in the simplest of terms, we donât think that heâs a goof: we think of him as profound. Heâs found the perfect way to express the kernels of truth that underlie all clichĂŠs and make them sound inspired. Even silly stunts, like selecting a child from the audience to take a lap around the expansive ring that encircled the stage or swinging from the gigantic microphone apparatus during an encore rendition of âWith Or Without You,â seem possessed of a mighty grandeur.
In the end, itâs the music everyone comes for. Parsing over the pros and cons of U2 in a critical context is an unsatisfying endeavor Hardly diluting their effect, The Edgeâs razor sharp guitar riffs, Adam Claytonâs driving bass and Larry Mullenâs martial drums are unlikely to send anyone scurrying for transcriptions. They will, however, bring a crowd to their feet and keep them there for more than two hours. They can play gracious hosts too. Making reference to Bruce Springsteenâs 60th birthday, U2 offered a cover of âSheâs The Oneâ in the building that The Boss can call his second home, running the songâs Bo Diddley beat into their own âDesire.â Bono also acknowledged Quincy Jonesâ presence by warbling the chorus of âDonât Stop Til You Get Enoughâ through the ending coda of âBeautiful Day.â
Unsurprisingly, U2 featured many songs from No Line On The Horizon, opening with âBreatheâ and then quickly loping through the grandiose âMagnificentâ and the Escape Club riffage of âGet On Your Boots.â They didnât leave people wanting for their back catalog. For me, the New Wave styled âNew Yearâs Dayâ and rebellious âSunday Bloody Sundayâ brought on a flood of nostalgia, bringing me back to high school keg parties held in moonlit empty fields. Gauging the younger members of the audience, they drifted backwards wistfully during âUltraviolet (Light My Way)â and âMysterious Waysâ and an even younger segment may not have had far to travel but they went somewhere during âStuck In A Moment You Canât Get Out Of.â Very few bands span generations in this manner. Although Springsteen, Eric Clapton and Bob Dylan have remained active for longer than U2, their fan base remains relatively static; they arenât capturing the imagination of a new generation or attracting legions of fans each new album.
A TRAVEL NOTE: The U2 shows marked the first opportunity for New Jersey Transit to show off their new Meadowlands line. In every sense of the word it was a monumental clusterfuck. A great concept, NJ Transit executed it with such extreme incompetence, itâs shocking that Michael Brown wasnât involved. After widely publicizing the line, putting U2 in the banner ad on their Web site, NJ Transit greatly underestimated the number of people that would actually show up. At Penn Station and the Secaucus transfer, travelers were greeted with a woefully insufficient number of ticket booths, enduring lines of anywhere from 20 to 45 minutes in length. Having failed to schedule the proper number of trains, U2 fans were crammed onto every available car like cattle . . . and then had to suffer while a half hour train ride took anywhere from one to three hours. All this occurred with people making staggered treks to the stadium. After the show, with everyone leaving at once, NJ Transit seemed equally unprepared and their staff uninterested in providing information, directions or guidance which only added to the confusion and frustration. âHeck of a job, NJ Transit!â




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