We’ve all felt the goosebumps – that inexplicable moment during Where The Streets Have No Name, where the U2 experience becomes transcendent, and you wish that every single person you’ve ever met in your life who “hates U2″ was there to witness.
The glorious flash of light, the mass arm waving and joyous response from a crowd of believers. It’s the closest I’ve come to seeing God, and I hope that I actually caught it on video in Seattle. Enjoy.
Edge’s guitar rings particularly uniquely during this version – not sure if it’s something new or not, or it was just some magical quirk in his delay that night, but it was special.