Bedazzled

The boys were brilliant and magnificent in their glory last night.

They brought us a spectacular show of rock, funk, and even some hippy hoppy groove under a gorgeous Chicago sky and a four-pronged, 90-foot-tall canopy they called “our spaceship.” In fact the high-tech mega stage was flippin' unique and a monstrosity that couldn't be denied. They brought us the newly loved songs, the beloved old songs, and songs they have never played before. I was taken by the rare acoustical version of Ultraviolet, elated with Elevation, touched by Where the Streets Have No Name, in awe with No Line on the Horizon, moved by Magnificent and Surrender. For an encore, they played ONE and the crowd, for a short while...seemingly was. There wasn't one of the many others I didn't like.

The weather was perfect! I stood the entire time to honor the occasion, dancing and singing to the sounds of four men who brought me inspiration and joy for over two decades of my life.

One thing that never escaped my mind as I enjoyed the moments last night was that I will drink this all in, every last moment and every song with passionate love, for it is unknown if this is the last time. I don't, nor shall I EVER, take ANY of it for granted.