Another grey Dublin day, but again it didnt deflate the mood of the city. The daily papers absolutely raved about last nights show. It really does seem that everyone was ready for something that could be whole-heartedly celebrated by all. Or just that given the state of the world, everyones ready for some good news. I never lose sight of what a privilege it is to be involved with something that has the capacity to bring joy to so many people. The fact that we get paid for it too is nothing short of shocking.
The return match at Croker was every bit as good as the first night, only slightly marred for me by the arrival of a film crew. The show was just being filmed for archival purposes - theres no particular end in mind for the footage, but given that this was U2 at home it seemed rude not to record the proceedings in some way. This didnt turn out to be a major hassle, but a camera on a large boom-arm placed to stage right proved to be something of a pain. Its operator didnt seem to have any sense that there was a live show going on in addition to his filming, and had a few moments of spectacularly insensitive intrusion into the show. The most spectacular of these was during the extraordinarily delicate and moving 'Running to Standstill' with The Edge at the side stage piano. In getting a shot of Bono, the boom operator managed to park his crane directly in front of Edges face. Whichever of my cameras I used, all I could get to show on the big screen was a headless piano player for practically the entire song. I sent my finest lampie in to have a quiet word in his ear, but the moment was pretty much gone by then.
This, happily, was but a small blot on the otherwise magnificent landscape and we got a great result from the gig overall. Tonights carousing ended up back at the Clarence Hotel. The Guinness flowed, the sun rose, day off tomorrow. Theres not too much wrong with this.