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The Greatest Shows on Earth. In Jozi.

February 19, 2011

“Wow, Wow, WOW!”…

… were the first words that political liberalist, activist for Africa, and eternal rock legend, Bono, was meekly able to express upon entering the seething cauldron of 98,000 fans that is the Soccer City, the Calabash (or FNB for the more commercially correct.)

Staking my place on the field last Sunday, right in the middle of the amphitheatre that just months ago played host to the greatest gladiators of the sporting world, it was only appropriate, somewhat divine perhaps, that one of rock history’s greatest bands, and one that sang for the freedom of Madiba, be the first major musical act to play at our – Joburg’s – stadium.

‘Wow!!’ is what the incredulous Mexican players must have thought as the decidedly one sided vuvuzela-blasting rainbow-nationed tribe belted out our proud anthem before the first whistle rang to kick-start the 2010 World Cup…

‘Wow’!! is what must have gone through the minds of the New Zealand All Blacks whilst their imperious Haka battle song was being unceremoniously drowned out by the “Bokke Bokke” chanting of the 95,000 green & gold tinged fanatical Springbok fans…

But Bono, through, what must be said was, an incredible sound system, was the only one who was able to actually express the moment, summing it up perfectly, “WOW!!”
It was the one constant: utter disbelief that this Calabash-cauldron could generate such noise, such vibe, such enormous energy! I remember it all so so clearly as I was blessed to be there for all three events. Three of the greatest shows on Earth.

U2’s biggest ever stadium crowd, and close to 100,000 of us. And not in London, not in Paris, not in New York, Tokyo or Rio. But in Soweto! SO-WHERE-TO must have crossed the collective minds of these well travelled Irishmen, as they braved the golden highway from their 5 star hotel to the south western township (well the outskirts at least). And nearing go time, the climax frantically built up, fuelled by the excitable Heineken-induced (good riddance Budweiser) force of the crowd ranging from the 1980’s Joshua tree- LP-spinning golden agers, through the Zooropa-Diskman-dancing crew of the 90’s, to the Get On Your Boots smart-phone-uploading-YouTubers. From the hardcore fans that slept through the night just for a chance to touch Bono’s fingertips, to those who came along, modern passengers of the experiential age, just so they can tweet to the world to say “I was there”!

As I type this, the Cape Town concert is being streamed live on 94.7 Highveld Stereo, and right now Bono is feeling his way through Amazing Grace, and the Edge is starting to rip through the timeless riffs of the anthem “Where the Streets Have No Name”, and I feel my fingers type faster, faster, to keep up with the chords, my hair is starting to stand up on the back of my neck, this drug-like sensation is streaming through my spine all the way up to the musical nodes in my brain, and I burst into memory: total recall of the moment I was standing alone, with 98,000 others, all of us who came to experience music nirvana, and “I want to run, I want to hide” it all just exploded… a blur that seemed to last forever. But it only lasted for 5 minutes.

Stuck in a moment I couldn’t get out of… Didn’t want it to end.

Mzansi Fo Sho!

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