Tomorrow night the three of us are going to see the band U2 in concert. The venue is Rice Eccles Stadium on the University of Utah campus. It's an outdoor concert, and the forecast is for, what else? Rain. It will be the second time I've seen the band play there, and I think the fifth time overall.
I'm tremendously excited to see U2 again. Other than The Police, U2 is undoubtedly one of my favorite bands ever. Their music makes me happy. Their music has also made me cry. You could say their albums are part of the soundtrack of my adult years. I look forward to each CD they put out and the tour that they put on to support it.
I told myself that if U2 came back to town, I would take my son to see them. Not that he's all that into the band, but my hope was/is that someday he may appreciate their music and understand what it means to me and to his dad to share the experience with him: To feel the excitement of the crowd, to hear 20,000 people sing along to the songs we know by heart, to see and hear Bono, the Edge, Larry Mullen Jr and Adam Clayton play live. It's hard to fathom, but I'm sure there will come the day that U2 will no longer make music and take their show on the road. I hope that T might one day be glad to say, "My parents took me to see U2 when I was 13. That was cool."
Maybe he won't do that. Maybe he'll just be annoyed that we took him out on a rainy May school night to listen to a band that does not resonate with his generation.
But just now he told me that he was going to decide if he was going to come along or not. I know that it's his choice, but it breaks my heart a little to think he might choose not to come.
I guess we'll see.
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Was it good? :)
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