U2
I got a last-minute invite to the U2 concert tonight. It was very entertaining. I had forgotten just how many songs they had written… It brought back some good memories and some not so good memories. Funny, how life has a sound track. For instance, Wild Horses reminded me of an old friend and his problems with his girlfriend. That song became his soundtrack for that time. Hearing it years later, I still remember his suffering. Sunday Bloody Sunday has new meaning. Pride still echos, unfortunately. When will we move beyond fear and hate? It was good show with a couple bonus Beatles/Lennon tracks at the end of the set and two encores.
