I Had Fun, U2?

As a writer of things, I feel that if you fail to record an event that impacted your life, even if it was for a night, that you may be shortchanging yourself. Let's be honest, even if an event may be one night only it can have a lasting effect. I have yet to determine if this is the latter, but I do feel a duty to comment on an "epic night of rock 'n roll" in Bono's words.
I failed to catch all of Beck's set, but caught enough to pique my interest. I haven't heard all of his music, but respect him as an artist. I questioned why he would be chosen to open for a band this grand, not because he wasn't capable, but there often is an aural resemblance between tourmates. After what I heard, I realized it didn't matter because an opener is meant to entertain and prepare the audience for who a majority came to see, and Bek David Campbell and his band scored several touchdowns with a set dreams are made of. Not bad for a 'Loser,' eh?
With every band there are preferences, and because I am a low caliber fan, all of mine were accommodated.I questioned how U2 would approach their set upon hearing that they would perform The Joshua Tree in full, but upon hearing the iconic drum intro to this anthem I had an inkling. Already I could feel the energy surge through as I quietly sang "Sunday Bloody Sunday" and danced to the beat.
With their next tune, they approached it as one would with a fresh start, where every selection was an opportunity to reinvigorate or persuade the listener to love the song, and that was the case for "New Year's Day."
I could say the same for the next song, which I never considered to be a "Bad" one, but a new dimension of admiration was added, as Bono had  reinforced this as "a night to hold tight, what lifts us up, and learn to let go, what holds us back."
Musical performance and creation is most potent when done so in the name of love, and when pride in a job well done is a priority, and they certainly managed to. As the denouement of the song approached and the audience iterated the triplicate of "ohs," specific words moved to the left and the  screen illuminated to showcase the silhouette of the tree from the landmark album.
While the album is certainly enjoyable and captivating, I considered some of the more popular tunes to be grandiose, yet blasé.
Hearing "Where The Streets Have No Name" live caused me to reconsider that notion. This was the first song to fully utilize the screen with a panoramic view  of a desert road that everyone became a part of, should we call it "life?" I may be over analyzing, but I did see a few wayfarers on the side of the road; could they be people who despise the message that U2 aim to send? The visual segued nicely into the next accompaniment.
This song resonates deeper with me now at this point in my life because "I Still haven't Found What I'm Looking For," but that falls on me. To hear it in a setting where it was meant, as the crowd engaged in selective 'hide and seek' had my heart sing along with Bono and I, a silent duet.
"With or Without You" may be one of their biggest hits, and redundant commentary need not apply, for I prefer "Bullet The Blue Sky."
The former offers a familiarity and serenity in spite of the fact that every one of us has at least one person that makes us feel that way; smothered by their presence. We see what they have to offer, not just physically and, pending we meet the maturity requirements, initiate a ride on the love rollercoaster. Instead of elaborating, I will say that love can be one of the most dangerous and rewarding activities we can take part in as humans.
The latter happens to be one of the black sheep, with a snarling Bono, the brooding bass, the howlin' chorus and this tension that keeps some listeners on edge. The purpose of the visuals were to enhance the experience, and the filter that the shots were filmed added to that electricity.
In retrospect of the event, I thought that this can be example as to why there is a reason why some people are born to listen, because sometimes listening can create more change than talking alone can, or shall we call it "Running To Stand Still."
The Edge previously mentioned, in an interview, that notes are expensive, which gives us insight into his approach to his guitar playing. So in that respect, I will not say anything regarding the next few songs, not because they were not worthwhile, but because I prefer to stitch meaning in these words, I cannot do so if I just type to document every song.
Still present?
While "Tripping Through Your Wires" was even better than the recorded thing, it was when Bono exit the stage, and returned a manic and engaging showman, to where the madness still slipped through the filter, and the shots fired only amplified that; that final expression before the end.
While I have only heard the "Mothers of the Disappeared" a few times, I can no longer hear it without the visual of the twelve(?) women as they stand side by side with a lit candle waiting to blow theirs out in remembrance  for a loved and lost one, or two; a somber ending indeed.
Surely it was not over, and  out of those few minutes of uncertainty, seeing the Joshua Tree surrounded by a rainbow, and the opening notes assuaged that. While it was after eleven, it must be a beautiful day somewhere. I decided to leave early to not be stuck in traffic, but as I made my trek I felt my spirit rise, and yet did not experience a state of vertigo in spite of the former elevation.
My friend told me that there were a few more songs that I missed, but I was just glad to be there; it was one of the best last minute ticket purchases that I ever made.