2002: U2's Stunning Super Bowl Halftime

My Li’l Bro Thom sent this video writing:

I was in tears. A stunning and brilliant idea…the way the names keep going and going and going…and then it drops. Like I said: tears.

I watched it and had the same reaction – the moment when the screen listing the names of our 9/11 dead collapses is reminiscent of the towers going down, and it’s like a punch to the gut. Terrible and beautiful and I wondered, “how could I have forgotten this?” It’s quite a moment.

I was trying to sketch a feeling. I often feel very claustrophobic in a city, a feeling of wanting to break out of that city and a feeling of wanting to go somewhere where the values of the city and the values of our society don’t hold you down.

An interesting story that someone told me once is that in Belfast, by what street someone lives on you can tell not only their religion but tell how much money they’re making – literally by which side of the road they live on, because the further up the hill the more expensive the houses become.
That said something to me, and so I started writing about a place “where the streets have no name.”- Bono from Propaganda 5, 1987