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U2 Deep In The Heart of Texas

May 30th, 2017

Most of my early pop musical choices were influenced by girls. Of course they were. Once in middle school I asked a girl that was sitting across from me what she was listening to on her headphones. “Kansas,” she said, “do you like them?” YEAH I DO. *goes out and buys The Best of Kansas on cassette the next day.* I remember in middle school there was this one girl that exuded coolness. She wasn’t pretty like the cheerleaders but she had an aura around her of someone who was confident in who she was. She had a denim jacket and it had all of these buttons on it of all these bands that weren’t really on the radio much but had these crazy names. The Cure. The Alarm. Midnight Oil. She had a button with a white flag and the two characters “U” and “2”. I wanted to know about these bands.

The album The Joshua Tree came out and the band U2 went from being “the band the cool kids knew about” to “the band everyone knew about” and their songs were all over the radio. I loved the album. I was on board. I was with them until the 90’s when I drifted away. It took another girl, my wife, to pull me back in and appreciate Achtung Baby!, Zooropa, and Pop. All That You Can’t Leave Behind was released just a couple weeks before our wedding and we played the album driving around in our rental car on our honeymoon. The Elevation tour wrapped it’s arms around us after September 11 attacks. We were five feet from the stage on the Vertigo tour. Then, the U2 360 Tour happened and I had a gnawing feeling in my gut that maybe they were getting a step slower, maybe they had finally peaked.

Nagging feelings aside, when U2 announced a tour to commemorate the 30th Anniversary of The Joshua Tree I knew I wanted to see it. I wanted to be there to hear the whole album, the one that got me hooked on U2, from beginning to end. There was no show in Atlanta so Adriene and I had to figure out if we could make a trip somewhere work. As it turned out, many of friends from my days of going to Cornerstone Festival decided to meetup at the show in Dallas since that was close to where many of them lived in Austin. We hadn’t been to a concert together and made terrible jokes in some five years. It didn’t even matter that our seats were in the upper deck, some five rows beneath the rafters of the gigantic stadium for the Dallas Cowboys.

What a gigantic stadium it was, the sound echoed and bounced all around the cavernous stadium, particularly during the openers, The Lumineers, when there were more empty seats. By the time U2 started though, the stadium was full and the sound improved a little bit. The band started out setting up the Joshua Tree album with a couple of old hits playing on a small “b stage” shaped like the tree in the middle of the crowd. Up to this point, the gigantic video screen behind them had gone unused, but once they started into “Where the Streets Have No Name” the background went red and orange bringing back memories of the moment the “Rattle and Hum” video went to color and then the screen exploded into life behind them. I have to admit it was a little weird to have the climax of the album at the front and it did feel a little like this section of the show peaked with the first song, but every song on this album is a classic. There were some interesting arrangements, “Red Hill Mining Town” and “Trip Through Your Wires” were songs that were rarely (if ever) played in concert were changed up. “Bullet the Blue Sky” was played a little more straightforward. I expected Bono to summon down fire during this song with a sermon, but he was in a unifying mood tonight, more interested in bringing America together than taking it’s faults head on. “Exit” brought forth some fury but “Mothers of the Disappeared” was the most emotional song of the night for me as it brought the album to a close with some beautiful imagery on the screen.

Bono then announced that the show was moving into “the future” and “women are the future” as the screen told the story of a Syrian refugee girl during “Miss Sarajevo” and then pictures of famous women flashed on the screen during “Ultraviolet.” I have to admit though, I try to do a decent job keeping up with current events and many of the women (I’m guessing by their names involved in politics in the Far East) I did not know. I’m sure it was not a coincidence though that in the deep red heart of Texas the image of Hillary Clinton was accompanied by Laura Bush. Before the song “One”, Bono made special mention of the Bush family and George W Bush’s efforts as president to provide funding for AIDs medication which has saved an estimated 18 million lives in Africa.

A second encore followed with a brilliantly colorful “Beautiful Day” followed by “Elevation” before the band called an audible. Normally this was the spot for their new song they had been doing on their tour but they decided to play “I Will Follow” instead. Afterwards, it seemed like there was a little confusion, I was sure they would come back for another encore but awkwardly after a few minutes the house lights came up and that was that for a little bit of an unsatisfying conclusion.

I can’t really complain though, the band was a tight as ever. Adam and Larry were in lockstep for the show, not really showcasing too much. Larry got his traditional intro at the start of the show with “Sunday Bloody Sunday” and Adam thudded through “Exit” with some intensity. The Edge seared through solos, probably his high point of the evening was “Bullet the Blue Sky” for me. Bono sounded better than I’ve heard him in a long time. He didn’t take on some of the screaming high notes in songs like “Red Hill Mining Town” but otherwise he hit everything he intended to.

The Joshua Tree came out near the end of Reagan’s term as president and many of the songs tackle America at that period, both the good and the bad. I thought U2 might take on our current America with some updating of the songs and to some extent they did, but Bono was more interested in unifying the crowd tonight. He made sure to mention that as Irishmen, they were guests in our country and still appreciated it. He didn’t mention our current president once, but made sure to thank George W Bush as noted earlier and made nods to the women’s march and the Syrian refugee crisis. The band didn’t deviate from the plan much, my friend Jerry who was on the floor for the show noted that almost everything was read from a teleprompter so this was a U2 that was unusually scripted. But who can complain? A band nearing their 40th year that usually doesn’t dwell on nostalgia too much can be forgiven if they look back on the time when the became the world’s biggest band and want to share some good memories with us.

Sunday Bloody Sunday
New Year’s Day
The Joshua Tree
Where the Streets Have No Name
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
With or Without You
Bullet the Blue Sky
Running to Stand Still
Red Hill Mining Town
In God’s Country
Trip Through Your Wires
One Tree Hill
Mothers of the Disappeared

Miss Sarajevo

Beautiful Day
I Will Follow

Atlanta United

May 22nd, 2017


When I was in school at Georgia Tech Bobby Dodd Stadium, the football stadium on campus, had artificial turf and was more or less indestructible. So Georgia Tech didn’t care much that us students used it during the offseason. When I was a freshman, we would have pickup soccer games on the field. I was never a particularly great soccer player, I stopped playing organized soccer when I was 8, but I did enjoy playing a lot. I would run up and down the field and look up at the stands and wonder what it would sound like if they were full of chanting cheering fans.

Some twenty odd years later, this little dream became real. Atlanta has a real soccer club playing at the highest tier in the United States. Atlanta United originally intended to start their season at the new gigantic cavernous Mercedes Benz Stadium, but it’s not finished yet. So, the first half of the season is at my old stomping grounds, Bobby Dodd Stadium. My awesome wife bought me tickets to the first three games of the season at home so I was there to witness history in the making.

The first game was already going to be a special event but it was made even better when my friends, the Hampsons, traveled from New Jersey to stay with us and also go to the game. Atlanta United would play their team, New York Red Bulls, in the first ever MLS game in Atlanta. Predictably, the whole night was a little bit of a logistical mess as everyone tried all this for the first time but if it hadn’t been Adriene and I wouldn’t have experienced the quintessentially Atlanta moment of getting into an Uber car while the driver was listening to Migos’ “Bad and Boujee.” In a city that was still stinging a little bit from a catastrophic Falcons loss in the Super Bowl, I suppose it shouldn’t be much of a surprise that New York came back and defeated Atlanta United, but it didn’t matter. The wheels had been set in motion and 55,000 people showed up for a soccer game. It should be noted the only clubs that had more people at their game that weekend were Borussia Dortmund, FC Barcelona, and Manchester United, pretty good company.

Since then, I’ve gone to two more games. One with my good friend Genay and one with my daughter Grace and both were a lot of fun. The crowd is finally starting to settle into a unique identity and chants are starting to form. It’s a strange thing to be in a totally familiar location with a totally unfamiliar crowd. This is not Tech alumni and students (though there are certainly some of us in the crowd) and this is just a temporary home for them, (Sorry it’s not all cushy seats and air conditioning. We’ve been using this thing for 104 years. It’s just FINE.) but it is a totally new thing and it is admittedly pretty exciting to be part of something new. We’re a city with a bruised ego right now. The Braves are still painfully rebuilding, the Falcons are recovering from an epic fail in the Super Bowl, and the Hawks are the same old Hawks. It’s good time for a new team to step into the scene in Atlanta. I don’t have high expectations, a competitive team that fights for a playoff spot would be nice and it looks like that’s what we’re going to get. I can’t wait to see how this all moves a couple blocks downtown in September.

To Dublin and Back Again

December 14th, 2016


After a trip to London two years ago, I felt like that itch had been scratched. I was not really interested in going across the ocean again. Then we got the news that Georgia Tech, that football team I spend too much time and money following, would be playing their first ever game in Dublin, Ireland. I couldn’t miss this opportunity so off we were once again for a couple days in Dublin and London. Georgia Tech won the game in the final seconds and the city of Dublin was amazing. The day after the football game there was a massive championship game for the Irish sport called hurling. We spent our evenings in pubs celebrating with the hurling fans. They didn’t know our sport and we didn’t know theirs, but no one cared. The Irish people made the trip with their humor and conversations. London was special in its own way, too, as we were able to catch some of the places we missed on our first trip. Our friends from London even joined us in Dublin for an evening and then dinner in London as well.

We came back from London and I wanted to write all about it and then autumn swallowed me whole. We fell into the dual schedule of cheerleading and lacrosse and I lapsed into a writer’s block as I drove back and forth to practices. That, combined with the awful election season, left me without much nice to say and so this poor site has been left without updates for almost six months. As always.

That doesn’t mean nothing has happened. I have been to a bunch of football games which were surprisingly more fun than expected and I’ve watched my girls grow and start to develop unique skills in specific areas, which has been very rewarding. I’ve been to some excellent concerts. I tried to write something about the amazing Paper Route show I saw and how it ties into the manic, emotion-bending times we are all living in now, but nothing good came of it. I’ve have some opportunities to spend time with family and with the Christmas season approaching I am hopeful for some more time together. Maybe the writer’s block will finally start to crumble and I’ll have something better to say.

In the meantime, another autumn has passed and we are now full-on into the Advent season. If I’m lucky, I’ll have another period of “downtime” after Christmas and I’ll have some time reflect on a year that I can truly say has been unlike any other.

Kerosene Halo in Birmingham

July 27th, 2016

For the last couple years whenever Micheal Roe and/or Derri Daugherty started a tour, their first stop was always here in Atlanta. Unfortunately, the venue has closed so the opening date this time around for Keorsene Halo, the band project by both Roe and Daugherty, was in Birmingham, Alabama. I wanted to see the show and figure it would be a good opportunity to see some old friends, so I made a little weekend trip out to Birmingham.

Well, “Birmingham.” The location was as much “Birmingham” as Dallas, Georgia venue I used to see them at was as much, “Atlanta.” It was way out in the middle of nowhere, but it was a nice church venue with a nice large stage and decent PA (and a lighted cross above the stage that slowly changed colors which was kinda distracting.) Mike and Derri brought Steve Hindalong on drums and Paul Averitt on bass guitar for a full band sound. Averitt opened the show with three songs on acoustic guitar before the band played.

Let it not be said this tour is some retread of past efforts by Roe or Daughtery. The set list was pretty much all new songs except for the Lost Dogs song “That’s Where Jesus Is” (ironically, the only song that Roe flubbed the lyrics on.) They also brought a grand total of 5 new CDs for “new product” (the new Kerosene Halo CD, a covers CD, Steve’s solo CD, a little acoustic CD by Derri, and a live 2001 show with Roe and Dave Beegle.) It was definitely a “first show on the tour” show as they often had to ask each other who was starting the song and had their guitars tuned wrong for a couple songs, but once the songs started they sounded really good.

The set was broken up into four little “mini-sets.” The first set was three songs from the new album as a four-piece band and Roe was in fine form as always on electric guitar.

Mike said they didn’t want to do this tour as “The Mike and Derri Lost Dogs Comedy Hour”, but this part was the “Mike and Derri Lost Dogs Comedy Hour” as it was just the two of them on acoustic guitar. Derri told a story about how he and Steve tried to pitch “Beautiful Girl” to the show Nashville, but they never got a response and then the show folded. Oh well.

Steve Hindalong took the front of the stage next and he did “O Jimmy A” solo on guitar, explaining the lyric “never mind my lungs… roll me another one” was about how on their route 66 tour Jimmy A was always rolling cigarettes (tobacco, of course, though Steve noted that his sister is being treated for cancer with cannabis, and then looked a little sheepish for talking about marijuana in a Southern small-town church.) The rest of the band joined him and Derri played bass and Averitt played drums (seriously, is there anything this guy can’t do?) and they rocked out a little bit to two of Steve’s songs on his new CD.

The last “mini-set” was a couple of covers. Kinda funny hearing Tom Petty in a church. Mike went off on electric was Derri just played some shakers and Steve and Paul held down the beat. They then came back for an encore of “Blackbird” and “Goodnight Goodnight”

It was a really fun show, just because it was very different from the typical Lost Dogs/Mike Roe/Derri and Steve type of show. My only complaint was that it was kinda short (about 90 minutes). I got screwed up by the time change (show was in Central Time)… my phone didn’t change over to the Central Time Zone, so I thought it was a lot later than it actually was and didn’t hang around long after the show. I hope they can find some new place to play in Atlanta, but it was certainly worth the drive.

Don’t You Weep For Me
Sweet Girl
Ghost of Johnny Cash

Beautiful Girl
The Outlaw (Larry Norman)
That’s Where Jesus Lives
Leave It There

Hey Jimmy A
Love You Bad
Lucky and Blessed

Learning to fly (Tom Petty)
Not Fade Away (Buddy Holly)

Blackbird (The Beatles)
Goodnight Goodnight


July 24th, 2016


I’ve tried my hardest not to be a “sports parent.” I don’t have any belief that my children are spectacular athletes. I do, however, want them to be active and enjoy competition. So, once they were old enough to run around and (mostly) listen to instructions, we put them in a soccer league. That worked out ok for the most part for one of my children but the other one…. kinda hated it. We tried cheerleading next and again, one of my children enjoyed it and the other one was pretty unhappy. So, when it came time to figure out another extracurricular activity, I would throw out suggestions and she would shoot down each one. Ok, I said, it doesn’t have to be sports, what about learning to play a music instrument? No, absolutely not. I was starting to reach the end of my rope when out of the blue she came to me and said, “I want to play lacrosse.”

I don’t know where lacrosse came from, it’s not a sport I watch on TV or go to see, but apparently Erin played it at elementary school at PE and liked it. At this point, I was willing to try anything as long as she would not be miserable. We played a short season in our church league and she enjoyed it enough that we decided to step it up a little bit and put her in a competitive youth league.

What a step up it was. It turns out the team that Erin joined was a team of ringers. Most of the girls had years of experience playing and not only that, but experience playing with each other. So, poor Erin was put in pretty deep waters and asked to swim. She was still learning basic skills while playing on a team that was running up the score on hapless opponents. It was hard, but maybe it was good for her to do something hard. Fortunately, she had a coaching staff that was relentlessly encouraging and pushed her to do her best and halfway through the season she scored her first goal, a big achievement that she worked hard to get. I was proud of Erin, because she’s really struggled with trying new things and getting frustrated when she is not instantly an expert at it and this was a real challenge of her and while she struggled in the season, she had a tangible accomplishment like a goal to show for it.

At the end of the season, we asked her “Do you want to do this again next season?” and after thinking for a moment, she nodded. Given how much she complained about soccer and cheerleading, that was a far more positive response. So, here we are, about to do all this again in a fall league. It is supposedly not quite as hardcore and competitive in the fall and since many of her teammates are moving up to the next age level, she’ll be one of the more experienced players. With Grace starting up cheerleading again for another football season, we’re about to start the craziness of fall again.