Opening Act(s): PJ Harvey
Elevation, Beautiful Day, Until The End Of The World, New Year’s Day, Kite, New York, I Will Follow, Sunday Bloody Sunday, Stuck In A Moment You Can’t Get Out Of, In A Little While, Angel Of Harlem, Stay (Faraway, So Close!), All I Want Is You, Where The Streets Have No Name, Mysterious Ways, The Fly. Encore: Bullet The Blue Sky, With Or Without You, Pride (In The Name Of Love), One, Walk On.
U2 shake up the setlist tonight with Kite and Stay (Faraway, So Close!) making their debuts (the latter also being the first song from the Zooropa album ever performed live in North America).
San Francisco Chronicle
U2 Strips Down to the Music: Nothing detracts from the naked emotions of Bono and band
by Joel Selvin, Chronicle Pop Music Editor
U2 acted like a band with something to prove.
From Bono’s judo kick as drummer Larry Mullen crashed into the opening of “Elevation” to the rousing finale of “Walk On,” the four-man rock band stayed close to basics Thursday in the first of two sold-out shows at the Compaq Center in San Jose (formerly the San Jose Arena).
After the technological overkill of the 1997 PopMart tour, which surpassed even the extravagant staging and multimedia manipulation of the band’s previous football-stadium juggernaut, “Zoo TV,” there was some question whether U2 could stand in front of an audience and just play.
The answer is yes. From the opening chord, it was a towering performance by a monumental band — emotional, painfully earnest and authentically inspirational.
Surrounding the stage was a heart-shaped ramp with its tip reaching halfway across the arena. With chairs gone from the floor and a roiling mass of people pushing against the runways, Bono could bring the show right into the audience.
More than once, he stepped into the hands of the people, who held him aloft as he continued to sing.
The Edge showered the band with a virtual orchestra in his guitar and foot pedals, while the engine room of drummer Mullen and bassist Adam Clayton kept steady thunder rolling underneath. The four men moved with a steely unity of purpose.
The stage design cut down the size of the hall, and the lighting illuminated the unique connection this band has with its fans. Bathed in broad beams of white light, the audience stayed in the picture. The band even began the concert with the house lights up full. It was as if the U2 musicians had gone in the opposite direction from the technocratic excess of PopMart and Zoo TV, and wanted to stress the humanity of this concert.
That humanity always has been at the center of the band’s music and message,
even if it has been overshadowed at times by the flashing video screens, giant lemons, phone calls to the White House and all the other happy foolishness. But the band has always appealed to the best instincts of its audience. And with the distractions and enhancements removed, the stark emotionalism at the core of U2 stands out in bold relief.
The band’s new album, “All That You Can’t Leave Behind,” also benefited from the new lean, mean U2 focus.
Six songs were the backbone of the program. Bono dedicated “Stuck in a Moment You Can’t Get Out Of” to the late INXS vocalist Michael Hutchence; it’s a song that builds carefully in gospel-flavored choruses to a sweet, hopeful conclusion. He said “In a Little While” was the last song Joey Ramone heard before he died (“In a little while … this hurt will hurt no more”). Bono later finished with the softly lyrical, sentimental love song “I Remember You, ” saying, “Joey Ramone, that’s for you.”
The concert reached critical mass with “Where the Streets Have No Name.” “Mysterious Ways” found Bono toying with giant video screens at the back of the stage. The group played “Bullet the Blue Sky” and “With or Without You” as if they were trump cards. By the time the band left the stage after “Pride (In the Name of Love),” U2 had swept up everything in its path. The three-song encore was just final punctuation.
If anyone thinks that U2 has gone flabby with age and celebrity, that the exposed-nerve electricity that ignited the group’s most powerful passions has long ago vanished, well, they just shoulda been there.
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