U2, Montreal 2011

I could, and should, someday write a long treatise about hauling myself from Tel Aviv to London (en route to the US for my sister's wedding) in August of 1993 to see U2 at Wembley Stadium on the Zooropa tour, and how it altered the course of my life completely. That time is not now, but it would go a long way in explaining why I would spend 4 days hauling myself up to Montreal to see U2 play a show in the middle of a race track along with 79,999 other people, why I would get up at 6:30 on my ...