Beneath the Noise, Below the Din

Every time I have been to a U2 concert, I have woken up early the following morning, usually with a bit of a start, feeling disoriented, like I have just returned from a trip to another galaxy. Did it really happen? What are all of these noises in my head? What is the strange feeling I have in my chest, this aching sensation? I am so happy, but why do I feel like crying?

Today I realize that I could write for days about this band and why I love them so much, what they have meant to me for more than half my life. I won't do that here. You can visit some other sites if you want to read a more blow-by-blow of my reaction to the show. I guess what I will do here is just say thank God for music, and for this band in particular, who have felt like brilliant, loving brothers to me since I was a kid.