I was a fan of U2 since I first heard see "New year's day" back in 83. Then I bought this single with a child on the cover, and Bono, with his tousled short hair, gypsy Melenita ended, I looked up handsome. The next year saw " The Unforgettable Fire" , and I bought it immediately. Although by then it seemed a something dense and boring album, included "Pride (Stop in the name of love)" , which was not a version of Diana Ross & The Supremes , but another great song of the epoch-making.
The truth is that we lost track until his appearance at Live Aid , but was early 87 when I met again with them permanently.
Organized a school official trip to the city of Barcelona. Cultural visits to museums, the gothic quarter, Sagrada Familia, in short, excuses to leave home and get a good night in Barcelona. One morning, I remember the bus took us up to Montjuic, the Olympic qualifying clear. There, unemployed and a discussion was inevitable: the two Spains face to face. The eternal conflict between ... the science and letters. That if we go to the Museum of Science, that if the Foundation looked better ... Sixty young hotheads and confronted, not Barca and Madrid, or by Beatles and Rolling Stones , but prerenacentista debate between science and art, which was suddenly interrupted when the presenter announced the Top 40 on the radio premiere of the new single from U2. Surely no one noticed but me, but that cake speaker gave a title that I was able to store more than "Nosecuantos ... you ". The song was slow and uphill, with a fantastic melody and a final apotheosis. We put the willies.
Indeed, throwing his U2 "The Joshua Tree" , until then his best album and finally threw them all over the world, and brought on tour to Spain.
I had never left Valencia to see a concert, I had never taken a trip with the sole purpose of seeing a concert and back. But I needed above all things, to attend the concert at the Santiago Bernabeu in Madrid, where in addition to U2, the poster had names cone UB40, Big Audio Dynamite and all my beloved Pretenders, the band Chrissie Hynde, who had just drawn "Get Close" that I liked very much, and I was passionately since the time of "Brass in Pocket" .
The fact is that Valencia was set up quite a stir with that concert. Many were the trains and buses that left Wednesday for Madrid to attend the show. The Community of Madrid and the European Environment Year, sponsored the festival (which then this festival is not called, but it was), so the only cost 1,500 pesetas entry then. Sento
So, Manuel and I embarked on an organized tour, bus and entry, excited as if it were a risky venture. Not remember who it was, but ultimately our friend noted, and as traveling in another bus, we decided to stay there to see concerts together. As we did not know the Santiago Bernabeu, or the Castellana, or anything, we did not know how to be, and as ready as we decided to stay in one of the four corners of the stadium.
The Santiago Bernabeu, at least then, he had no corners. Entiéndaseme, the corners of the facade were so rounded corners that were not, and it was so huge and so many people who took a few laps to perimeter, Paco Martínez Soria plan with a hen under her arm in "The city is not for me ", and decided to queue waiting for the opening of doors.
was our first big concert, and was the first time we waited anxiously in line. The doors opened and people began to enter, and once spent the control of tickets, everyone was running around screaming euphorically towards the front. And not without some confusion, we, too, to the point of land in the center and a few feet from the stage. Lost hope to find our friend who may still circling the stadium round, amazed by the grandeur of the place.
Big Audio Dynamite tore even in bright sunlight. I did not know and did not even know it was the new band Mick Jones of The Clash , but I liked so much that as soon as I got back a couple of his records. A UB40 knew themselves, and not that I was never a big fan of reggae , and less white, but it did not matter because my dear Chrissie soon appear.
then the stadium was already packed. More than 80,000 people, they said. The heat was sweltering and thirst began to bother, but move to get a beer meant losing the privileged position where we were. So I got carried away by the incredible show of Pretenders. That woman was tremendous, and it was very nice, and the band sounded excellent. They played everything you wanted to hear, all my favorite songs. And yes, I recognize that a woman in front of a rock band with his guitar, I was different. Value.
heat and thirst were more than uncomfortable, and many hours of walking, too. But spread around curtains that covered the sound towers and the back of the stage carrying a huge form of Joshua Tree, like the album, and I remembered I had seen on VHS direct " Under A Blood Red Sky" , and then I knew that U2 there would be just as magical. And so it was: the lights went out, gave input keyboards and guitar of The Edge began ringing to the tune of " Where the Streets have no name" . Just so ...
Bono came on stage. Talked to the audience, climbed a tower to sound public enthusiasm, even offered one of its resources most popular: take a guitar solo, to enlighten the public with a tremendous focus that he held with his hands, from one extreme to another stage. The messianic Bono was there, knowing that this powerful light, came to each of us as if we were elected and we play god with his hand. Viewed today, it seems strange how it was able to get that man with a single barrel of light. Now you need two thousand like this, and many other rotating screens and spacecraft.
The truth is that the sound was disbelief, and "New Year's Day" , "Party Girl" , "Pride (In The Name Of Love)" , "Bad" , that song that struck me at Live Aid, or "Sunday Bloody Sunday" , sounded wonderful.
Such was the fervor and madness that we felt there, that we forget completely that we were overcrowded and dying from dehydration.
But the show ended, and an endless thirst again our bodies with retroactive effect. Was necessary to find an early open bar nearby, where they take a quick beer and catch the bus back.
We went through the crowd and find several bars, all full, llenísimos people. It was impossible to get a simple beer. In desperation, resort to the lavatory. The water coming out of those taps was very cold, at least I remember it well, and feel great. And how much we drank all we wanted.
do not know how much time passed since the end of the concert until we get to soak our throats, but the fact is that when we returned to the place where it was our bus back, had already left. There were dozens of buses from different parts of their passengers waiting to depart, but ours was not.
And there we were, Sento, Manuel and I the heart of Madrid, penniless and without a vehicle above to return to Valencia. Definitely the city was not for us.
So after whining in silence, and complain about our misfortunes, we decided to find another bus from another trip organized to go to Valencia and I would return to our homes paternal. We found one of Castellón, waiting a few passengers who arrived and was about to leave without them. The driver told us that if they did not come in ten minutes, we could take their seats. So we waited at the gates of that eternal bus for ten minutes, praying that those unsuspecting boys continue lining up at a bar waiting for a few beers, and did not discover how cold and good water coming out of toilets. We got
. I remember the pleasure I felt on entering that bus, tranquility to usurp that seat, and hours of the return trip. Sufficient time to review the wonderful spectacle of which we enjoyed, and shake me by the strange feeling of having experienced something unique, and the best.
I have not seen U2. Needless to me.
The truth is that we lost track until his appearance at Live Aid , but was early 87 when I met again with them permanently.
Organized a school official trip to the city of Barcelona. Cultural visits to museums, the gothic quarter, Sagrada Familia, in short, excuses to leave home and get a good night in Barcelona. One morning, I remember the bus took us up to Montjuic, the Olympic qualifying clear. There, unemployed and a discussion was inevitable: the two Spains face to face. The eternal conflict between ... the science and letters. That if we go to the Museum of Science, that if the Foundation looked better ... Sixty young hotheads and confronted, not Barca and Madrid, or by Beatles and Rolling Stones , but prerenacentista debate between science and art, which was suddenly interrupted when the presenter announced the Top 40 on the radio premiere of the new single from U2. Surely no one noticed but me, but that cake speaker gave a title that I was able to store more than "Nosecuantos ... you ". The song was slow and uphill, with a fantastic melody and a final apotheosis. We put the willies.
Indeed, throwing his U2 "The Joshua Tree" , until then his best album and finally threw them all over the world, and brought on tour to Spain.
I had never left Valencia to see a concert, I had never taken a trip with the sole purpose of seeing a concert and back. But I needed above all things, to attend the concert at the Santiago Bernabeu in Madrid, where in addition to U2, the poster had names cone UB40, Big Audio Dynamite and all my beloved Pretenders, the band Chrissie Hynde, who had just drawn "Get Close" that I liked very much, and I was passionately since the time of "Brass in Pocket" .
"Brass in Pocket." The Pretenders. Videoclip. 1980
The fact is that Valencia was set up quite a stir with that concert. Many were the trains and buses that left Wednesday for Madrid to attend the show. The Community of Madrid and the European Environment Year, sponsored the festival (which then this festival is not called, but it was), so the only cost 1,500 pesetas entry then. Sento
So, Manuel and I embarked on an organized tour, bus and entry, excited as if it were a risky venture. Not remember who it was, but ultimately our friend noted, and as traveling in another bus, we decided to stay there to see concerts together. As we did not know the Santiago Bernabeu, or the Castellana, or anything, we did not know how to be, and as ready as we decided to stay in one of the four corners of the stadium.
The Santiago Bernabeu, at least then, he had no corners. Entiéndaseme, the corners of the facade were so rounded corners that were not, and it was so huge and so many people who took a few laps to perimeter, Paco Martínez Soria plan with a hen under her arm in "The city is not for me ", and decided to queue waiting for the opening of doors.
was our first big concert, and was the first time we waited anxiously in line. The doors opened and people began to enter, and once spent the control of tickets, everyone was running around screaming euphorically towards the front. And not without some confusion, we, too, to the point of land in the center and a few feet from the stage. Lost hope to find our friend who may still circling the stadium round, amazed by the grandeur of the place.
Big Audio Dynamite tore even in bright sunlight. I did not know and did not even know it was the new band Mick Jones of The Clash , but I liked so much that as soon as I got back a couple of his records. A UB40 knew themselves, and not that I was never a big fan of reggae , and less white, but it did not matter because my dear Chrissie soon appear.
then the stadium was already packed. More than 80,000 people, they said. The heat was sweltering and thirst began to bother, but move to get a beer meant losing the privileged position where we were. So I got carried away by the incredible show of Pretenders. That woman was tremendous, and it was very nice, and the band sounded excellent. They played everything you wanted to hear, all my favorite songs. And yes, I recognize that a woman in front of a rock band with his guitar, I was different. Value.
heat and thirst were more than uncomfortable, and many hours of walking, too. But spread around curtains that covered the sound towers and the back of the stage carrying a huge form of Joshua Tree, like the album, and I remembered I had seen on VHS direct " Under A Blood Red Sky" , and then I knew that U2 there would be just as magical. And so it was: the lights went out, gave input keyboards and guitar of The Edge began ringing to the tune of " Where the Streets have no name" . Just so ...
"Where The Streets Have No Name." U2. Live in Syracuse. 1987
Bono came on stage. Talked to the audience, climbed a tower to sound public enthusiasm, even offered one of its resources most popular: take a guitar solo, to enlighten the public with a tremendous focus that he held with his hands, from one extreme to another stage. The messianic Bono was there, knowing that this powerful light, came to each of us as if we were elected and we play god with his hand. Viewed today, it seems strange how it was able to get that man with a single barrel of light. Now you need two thousand like this, and many other rotating screens and spacecraft.
The truth is that the sound was disbelief, and "New Year's Day" , "Party Girl" , "Pride (In The Name Of Love)" , "Bad" , that song that struck me at Live Aid, or "Sunday Bloody Sunday" , sounded wonderful.
"Sunday Bloody Sunday." U2. Live in Syracuse. 1987
Such was the fervor and madness that we felt there, that we forget completely that we were overcrowded and dying from dehydration.
But the show ended, and an endless thirst again our bodies with retroactive effect. Was necessary to find an early open bar nearby, where they take a quick beer and catch the bus back.
We went through the crowd and find several bars, all full, llenísimos people. It was impossible to get a simple beer. In desperation, resort to the lavatory. The water coming out of those taps was very cold, at least I remember it well, and feel great. And how much we drank all we wanted.
do not know how much time passed since the end of the concert until we get to soak our throats, but the fact is that when we returned to the place where it was our bus back, had already left. There were dozens of buses from different parts of their passengers waiting to depart, but ours was not.
And there we were, Sento, Manuel and I the heart of Madrid, penniless and without a vehicle above to return to Valencia. Definitely the city was not for us.
So after whining in silence, and complain about our misfortunes, we decided to find another bus from another trip organized to go to Valencia and I would return to our homes paternal. We found one of Castellón, waiting a few passengers who arrived and was about to leave without them. The driver told us that if they did not come in ten minutes, we could take their seats. So we waited at the gates of that eternal bus for ten minutes, praying that those unsuspecting boys continue lining up at a bar waiting for a few beers, and did not discover how cold and good water coming out of toilets. We got
. I remember the pleasure I felt on entering that bus, tranquility to usurp that seat, and hours of the return trip. Sufficient time to review the wonderful spectacle of which we enjoyed, and shake me by the strange feeling of having experienced something unique, and the best.
I have not seen U2. Needless to me.
"With or without you". "U2. Live in Syracuse. 1987
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