I saw them perform during their Zoo TV tour in RFK stadium.
One thing that struck me was how they managed on the one hand to generate this monster spectacle (complete with chrome-plated Ladas dangling overhead from cranes and hovering around above the stage), and on the other hand make the show sometimes feel like an oversize club gig. The stage had a long extension into the middle of the crowd to a much smaller satellite stage, which the band strolled out to and did a set of more subdued or classic U2 tunes around the middle of the show. At one point Bono was singing while resting his head in the lap of a very emotional woman he pulled up onto the long catwalk. A little later some random guy jumped/was pulled from the crowd on the walk, picked Bono up like a child (Bono really is pretty small) and danced around with Bono in his arms while he sang. It was all completely spontaneous and really remarkably fun. Then, not long afterward, the band was back in front of these massive projection screens, and Bono is again singing the newer stuff to these towering images of Indian dancers and all kinds of other wild, siezure-inducing stuff, with the Ladas floating around like weird commie UFOs.
I’m not a great U2 fan, but I have to say it was a hugely (in every sense of the word) entertaining show. Bono’s obviously concocted schtick was both grandiose and self-effacing. At one point he made a prank call to an operator (the phone audio was piped through the PA), demanding to talk to then-president George Bush. When told that wouldn’t be possible, he responded dryly “The President won’t talk to me?” There was some definite cheeze in places, where the rock-star ego and pretention showed through a bit too much. Bono made some statement during some blasting crescendo, something like “I have a vision! I have a vision! Television!” My then-girlfriend and I were like “Yeah? So?” He seemed a little behind the sociological and technological curve harping on the excesses of the glowing blue box, like watching the Berlin Wall come down on TV was supposed to have made the boob tube suddenly potent and significant. No, Bono, browsing this new thing, the Internet, using this cool program called “Mosaic” is where it’s at, not getting The Simpsons on Sky or whatever.
Overall, I gave it an A for awe-inspiring humongousness, and an honest-to-goodness fun night of entertainment. Maybe he’s pompous, maybe he’s full of shite, but Bono’s got (or had, at least) undeniable Rock Star charisma. The band was as tight as anything I’ve seen, the sound was clear and massive, the light and picture show was truly impressive, and the Lada as a disco ball was certainly unique. I’m not sure if it all held together to produce a coherent message, except that technology and televised media are somehow Big and Important (which got a big “uhhh, okay” from me and my date). Whatever the hell was going on up there, it was fun to watch, and I’m glad I went. That was the last really big show I ever saw, and not a bad way to say goodbye to stadium rock.