On Saturday night, we went to the U2 concert. I had never seen U2 live. It is surprising considering that I had a long time love affair with Bono in the 1980's. He slept in my bedroom on the wall albeit on a poster board that was a present from my best friend Tracy.
I have written blogs about music before. I would hope dear readers that you know how much Morrisey and the Smiths mean to me. Similarly, the Pixies, my second favorite band of all time, make me want to run in circles and jump up and down. Listening to X makes me want to drive fast. Siouxsie inspires me to dance and wave my hands in their air in the way only a goth girl can do.
U2 always made me sway. There is something about their music that is transcendent.
When the guitar went low Saturday night and Bono's voice rose into the air, it felt like the sky had opened up for a moment. I am a teller of tales, some say I am prone to exaggeration, but when Bono sang "One" I cried. That is the power of music for me. It takes me somewhere else. It floats me away and I am captivated.
The night ended on a low note. It took us an hour to get out of the parking lot. Tracy was more than tipsy and argued with J in the car. Adrian and I got into a little spat.
The next morning Adrian and I took the moms out to Hesperia again. Adrian planted some more trees and I laid out on the concrete and sunned myself like a lizard. We barbequed some hamburgers on the grill and swam in the cold pool. The last time I dove in, I held my breath for as long as I could and danced underwater.