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Taking place in Bainbridge Island’s Grand Forest. The girls and I took a walk in the woods a couple weeks ago and enjoyed the trillium blooming. Soon the flowers fade from white to purple so go now and see the show!

All weblog writers residing on the island are invited to the inaugural Bainbridge Bloggers Bash this Saturday April 30. It should be a fun time of sharing potluck supper and hanging out together. For more details, please comment below or email harrowme AT yahoo.com

Hope to see everyone there!

Earlier this month, a pile of pink tulips turned a dreaded long drive on the highway into a delight.

(this is a bit long but I’m going to post these notes now for their timeliness…I may return to edit later…)

Last night a friend and I went to see U2 at Seattle’s Key Arena. I’d been looking forward to this concert for a while. It was fun to get out and get together with a friend. A luxury, certainly.

This was the second night of the Vertigo tour in Seattle and the first time I had seen U2.

Here are some notes and bad illegal pictures (Ticketmaster declared no cameras):

Not only was it my first time at U2, but it was my first time at a rock concert of this caliber. I’ve been to concerts but never one in an arena, where the tickets cost three digits, and the T-shirts cost nearly the same (one shirt from the Boy album was priced at $90).

Sitting in Key Arena, surrounded by rows of cheering fans, a sea of undulating arms and adoration, was a new experience for me. It felt strange to see a large crowd of thousands of people craving and crazy for four human beings in a band. Perhaps I was having an introvert moment, as someone who likes quiet conversations over big parties. Perhaps smaller concerts in intimate venues spoiled me. Am I too much of an individualist? Or perhaps the awkwardness came from the fact that I’m used to entertaining myself rather than sitting in an arena and paying others to amuse me for an evening. But I wondered whether any human being could be worthy of the kind of reception U2 was receiving.

We had two tickets in separate sections. My seat was in section 228 row 11. The view was good. However, once I sat down in the seat, I realized why the elevated sections are called nosebleed. I could feel it in my nose. So I snuck a seat down by Beth in the first row of section 226 where no one had claimed it. We had to sit up and lean towards the concrete wall in order to see the entire stage, but it was a good view, from the stage right side of the concert, close to the keyboard.

The opening act was Kings of Leon. I confess though that I wasn’t interested in them. The fact that our seats were near the speakers and the band had amped the bass loudly meant that my visceral organs were vibrating along with the beat.

Instead I decided to go strolling and shopping. Here’s a peek at the schwag for sale.

With shirts at $30 or more and programs at $20, I chose a few buttons and bracelets from the One campaign as gifts for my girls. While in line, I missed Eddie Vedder coming on stage to jam with KOL.

The show started, as mentioned in the previous review, around 9 pm. U2 came on stage surrounded by glittery electronic curtains of colorful beads for City of Blinding Lights, one of my favorites from the new album.

Our set list was similiar to this one, since it was the second night of the tour in Key Arena. Beautiful Day emerged with a few new lyrics for Seattle. Of course, one of the intriguing parts for me of a concert is discovering what the band will do new to the songs so familiar from recordings.

One aspect of U2 that doesn’t come across on the CDs is Bono’s high level of energy. He rocked and rolled, jumped, danced, swayed. I hope he doesn’t have to see an orthopedic surgeon anytime soon. I only say that as someone feeling my own age in my knees yet younger than he is. I’m not easy on my knees is a true statement indeed. My two-year-old would have a hard time keeping up with Bono. His voice may not be what it once was, weak at times last night, but his body and soul are still strong.

It’s amazing too that the four have stayed together as long as they have. I can’t find it now but once I saw on the internet somewhere Jason Wade of Lifehouse revealing advice Bono had given him: take care of your band.

Here’s a picture I took during New Year’s Day.

Bono mentioned faith in God at least twice. Before the start of Miracle Drug he began talking about why the band likes Seattle. I’m remembering his words to the best of my ability. He said something to the effect that in Seattle [you get] the feeling that people have faith in the future. This is where people imagined the twentyfirst century, he said (or something similiar). Then he talked about the necessity of both faith in God and faith in science: faith in God inspiring faith in science. The song itself, I believe, was dedicated to Jennifer.

My favorite moment came when the arena sang along with the band to Pride (In the Name of Love). My favorite concert moment, prior to U2, happened at a show where the artist let the fans sing his songs. Of course that song has personal meaning for me, taking me back in time to younger days. But there was something amazing and powerful when thousands of people sang together about One man in the name of love. Bono urged the crowd, Sing it for Dr. King!

Bono talked about dreaming when he described One, the campaign to make poverty history. ( Seattle P-I essay on One) He talked about having a dream, larger than an American dream or European dream, an African dream. During One, colorful flags from African nations streamed down the electronic curtains. A video snippet of a young African woman reading a piece on human rights felt both incomplete and moving. History will ask many questions of this time, the singer warned. How is it that this powerful civilization could allow so many to live in such intense poverty? (not his exact words) Concert goers could participate with cell phones and show support, in return seeing their names on the screens. Bono thanked the Gates Foundation (he bunks with the Gs when in town), Pearl Jam and Peter Buck of REM for their support. He talked about Seattle being involved with music, but somehow that particular train of thought turned into making musicians more active as they were in the 60s and 70s and continuing what was started then.

The show was political but I imagine U2 shows have always had that flavor. I had heard that Bono wore a headband with the Star of David, but that was an incomplete description: this headband also has Islamic and Christian symbols on it. As he pointed to the three and called out co-exist asking the crowd to repeat, I felt the response was weaker than it could have been. I wonder whether Bono was aware that the Northwest is one of the most unchurched/unreligious regions in the US, perhaps in the world. People here, I think, probably are not supporters of organized religion in general. So I wonder whether many in the crowd were disagreeing with the co-exist idea, only because Northwesterners tend not to believe in religion at all. Also we know little of religion-versus-religion conflict, compared to other areas of the country and world.

Pieces of When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again and The Hands that Built America were merged into Bullet the Blue Sky and combined with the headband, the lyrics themselves and various other aspects added to the emotional intensity for me.

Our encore included Original of the Species, Mysterious Ways and All Because of You. However, the band chose to end with Vertigo again, instead of 40. Perhaps reading U2 blogs and reviews isn’t helpful: I felt disappointed when the concert ended differently than I had read it would. (Also, Bono didn’t take a woman from the audience to dance with him, only a boy during Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own) Plus, I’m not crazy about the dizzy song with concentric circles. The second version featured a strobe light that sped up the intensity. During the first version, earlier in the night, Bono changed the end of the bridge Give me what I want.. to something that sounded like Shut up and F*** off! I don’t know if he was elaborating on the original lyrics or responding to them.

According to @U2 blog, this is the first time the set has ended without 40 which U2 Log described as as if they were a young band on their first tour and ran out of songs to play. How. very. odd.

Bono declared he was going to give an English lesson….the word encore comes from Latin(or was it Italian?)…which means to play the same f***ing song again! before breaking into Vertigo…

Afterwards, I took the time on the way home to process the concert. My ears rang for the rest of the night. I tried to sort through what it was that made me feel uncomfortable in Key Arena.

It was the first time in my life I had seen a large crowd devoted to someone. It was the first time I had seen a crowd so huge, and one so passionate in its adulation, waiting hours and spending hundreds of dollars for a 90 minute (plus encore) set. If Bono said Jump! no one would even stop to ask How high?! or Why?.

I think I know now why I didn’t become a rock star. Yes, I’m sure it’s obvious for many reasons, including the fact that I can’t carry a tune well even though I love writing lyrics. But I don’t think I would be comfortable with the crowds. I don’t believe any human being deserves that intense adoration. Okay, maybe the person who found the cure for cancer. Maybe. Yes, my biochemistry bias is showing.

But I’ve got to give Bono and the band credit for trying to channel that energy into ways that could change the world forever, not just one night of entertainment in an arena. Bono has a way with words. That was clear through the night. He chooses them carefully. The name of One has multiple meanings, from the statistics of one billion people living off of one dollar a day, to the idea of coming together as a whole, every one (or is it everyone), which were the first words called across the stage to open the show.

I suspect others, like me, enjoy the concert experience of coming together and singing songs everyone knows. There’s a powerful sense of unity. We’re all together here. We were all crazy enough to buy tickets and T-shirts. We’ve loved this band for decades, as I heard one woman murmur behind me. In the worship, which may or may not be misplaced, there’s a sense of oneness between band and crowd of thousands. And I think that’s what everyone desires somewhere inside. That sense of belonging. The mutual love and devotion. We want to believe we can be one.

For other Seattle reviews, see Moody Babe blog (including a U2 sighting), notes from a truth seeker or use Technorati and Feedster searches.

Here are links that caught my eye and stayed in my mind from the past month as the days disappeared somewhere…

Chicken soup is good for the soul and the body…and the other flu remedies in the comments are helpful too. [Rebecca McKinnon’s recipe resembles one I’ve heard from Ted’s side of the family]

Multipurpose peels: don’t throw them away! Now I had heard that orange peels were not good for the compost pile. They can be turned into plastics or fuel [via Rebecca Blood] or carved into artful images. [via Pen-Elayne] Bonus link: how to peel an orange. [ Question: would plastics made from oranges be safer and less poisonous than products currently used? ]

Oh, the orca!:Fireproof Killer whales are now our official marine mammal of Washington state. (ironic that both of these stories appeared in our local headlines in the past month)

Yes, the $64,000 question:
Do statistics in these posts by Jason Kottke [ via Roland Tanglao] and Paul Beard prove the truth of Lisa Williams’ passionate opinion? Jason Kottke received support from less than 1 in 300 readers of his blog, while Paul Beard, reported 16 people purchasing from Cafe Press out of 5400 requests for the page on his blog (when receiving some nice traffic links). Whenever I read Worthwhile I’m inundated with thoughts on passionate work. But then I read Lisa’s exhortation

Listen to me, people: Deprofessionalize your passions!

Art and thinking and all the Important Stuff is WAY too important to be left to the increasingly small number of people who are getting paid to do it.

Hmmm…got to think about this one.

Every nation has its own story
I’ve heard bits of the American version but not the Canadian side of this history: from Yule Heibel:

We also know that the railroad couldn’t have been built without Chinese labour. But what many of us don’t know is how badly the Chinese were treated by the Canadian government. Once the railroad was finished, Canadian politicians in BC and in Ottawa went on a desperate spree to rid Canada of the Chinese and, failing that, to stop further immigration and effectively to restrict Chinese to ghettos: they couldn’t vote, the couldn’t practice trades, they couldn’t even be reunited with their families.

Powerful statistics in her post…

Powerful pictures in Richard Eriksson’s links to reports and photos from anti-Japan protests in China.

The value of life: I wish I had more elders as friends but perhaps blogs can help. Here’s Ronni whom I admire:

uring busy adulthood with careers to build and children to raise, there is little time to look back. As the years pass and there are fewer ahead of us than behind, pressures abate and memories naturally come forward with their pleasures and pains, lessons learned, knowledge gained and we use those memories to help us determine, in our later years, the meaning of the active, adult lives we’ve led and to prepare us for an acceptance of death.

It is what elderhood is for. But by making youth, youthful pursuits or their facsimiles the gold standard of life unto death, as American culture insists, we are missing, on a personal level, the opportunity to understand why we were here. And in the community at large, we are impoverishing the culture by refusing the wisdom of elders and losing the usefulness of their influence.

In making a new friend, Rayne wrote I must make friends with Death..

New babies on the way for Lucy and her family and also Myk and his (who are moving). Big changes for Lenn and his family too. I agree Life’s about more than just news.

Outsourcing parenting: I thought about critiquing this Wall Street Journal piece that begins with It is now possible to outsource most aspects of parenting. but Brad at DadTalk beat me to it. I see a place for experts, but I don’t believe parenting should be a profession, only performed by those with certified expertise and education. Funny how we DIY (do-it-yourself) in many categories from painting to computing, yet the trend in parenting seems to be to hire someone else to do it for you, from burping to bike riding. As if parenting is only for those who can afford all the specialists. But who would want to miss this? As Tim Bray wrote You only get maybe one of these per child and, like they say, “You never forget”.. Derek Miller described it as A once-in-a-lifetime event. To Euan Semple, it was amazing. As if to disprove the WSJ piece, in the past few weeks, in my aggregator I’ve read three dads describing the joy of seeing their children learn to ride a bike.

In contrast to the professional parenting piece, I preferred Punkymoms [ via Brian Chin]

“It’s fine if one of us is a blue-haired vegan while another is a Catholic homeschooler.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing as a parent, so I figure if she’s out there living life with me, that’s gonna stick.”

Getting dizzy: The Vertigo tour has begun! U2 fans can get filled at a number of blogs and find out about T-shirt prices, set lists and quotes from articles…[The real reason I haven’t been posting is that I’ve been practicing my dress and dancing, in hopes that Bono will choose me up onto the catwalk…if you know me, you know I could odds are slim, nevermind the fact that I may not be able to see the band from my seat ]
Bonus U2 links: Bill Gates appeared at last night’s U2 show in Seattle: reviews from the Seattle P-I (with a guess on tonight’s set list) and Seattle Times.
Also a great Vertigo video 14 comes after 3 from Clint Sharp [via Chris Holmes].

Why do some deaths receive more attention than others?
Thoughts on this inequity from Amanda Witt and Euan Semple. Steven Noels posted his sobering calculation of child deaths the same day I saw this video [ via U2 Sermons] on the significance of three seconds (why do I have the feeling I may be seeing this film later tonight…?)