In 1992 I was 16 and I waited for U2 as one can wait for a lover or a best friend... When I heard that they would come to Milan for the Zoo TV Tour, I got mad: I got away from school to find the tickets for the show: no Internet, no smartphones, just the word- of- mouth to get everything.
I have no pictures of those days because it was not allowed to bring cameras into the venues...however I have some memories stuck in my mind: the first show was postponed due to problems with one of the band's trucks coming from Spain. Outside the Forum in Milan a group of fans started to protest and was attacked by the police....and I was in that crowd with my best friend!!!! the show was set two days after, on may the 22nd. I remember Bono singing Who's gonna ride your wild horses and then... I fainted....and was brought to the Infirmary, where I sang Love is blindness with other 50 fans :-) :-) :-)
I was also in Verona in 1993 at the Stadium Bentegodi for the second part of the Zoo TV TOUR: it was one of the most amazing U2 concerts I have ever seen. I remember Larry Mullen singing Dirty old town, and playing the bongos and I was just behind him!!!!!!!!!! I also remember beautiful versions of Satellites of love and Songs of freedom, and the phone calls of Macphisto. Crazy, beautiful times spent with my friends!
It apparently takes me around 5 years each time to get one lol - it is a commitment after all ! Always a special meaning, a special event. Milestones inked forever are good reminders when you need it. It's quite comforting to have them!
Once, on a sunny afternoon in Chicago before an Elevation Tour show, my wife and I happened to be driving near the band’s preferred hotel. As I turned the corner on to a side street, my wife screamed as I suddenly and sharply hit the brakes. I has to avoid the person that jogged in front of my car —against the light. The runner, Adam Clayton, stopped, popped his head in my wife’s passenger side window and graciously apologized. He gently said, “Sorry”, smiled, waved and casually jogged off. Yep; I almost ran over Lord Clayton on Michigan Avenue...