U2

Confession: When my Dad told me we had tickets to the U2 concert at the Georgia Dome, I didn’t know who U2 was. Yeah, yeah, I apologize to the world. It was a crime.
So Dad lent me his four CDs. I listened, and realized how many of their songs I actually did know. Anyway, listening to them constantly for days, I got quite excited about seeing them.
It didn’t disappoint. The set-up was incredible. My dad read that they drop a million dollars every time they put it up. Every show, they spend a million just erecting the stage… It looked it. It was like a massive space shuttle. And there was a moving bridge that crossed over the audience. Once, during the show, Bono reached down and pulled some random girl up and over the railing. I thought she was never gonna stop hugging him. Lucky.
And the music. I have no words. Because there are no words. All the dramatic words are too cliché. Amazing. Incredible. Outstanding.
If you are as ignorant as I once was (cue “I was once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind but now I see”— Maybe that’s sacrilegious. Never mind.), please look them up and convert yourself.