Love (Comes to Town) is in the air.

Everyone and their dogsitter lived and breathed U2 this weekend. And that wasn't by any means a matter of choice. The city was sweating everything U2 out of its pores. The street signs mentioned them by name. The traffic advisory screens shouted "Traffic congestion due to rock concert". Namur metro was renamed. Businesses within 1KM of the epicentre were closed due to the virtual impossibility of getting in and out of the area as of 11:00AM. I've all but given up on large concerts (other than festivals, that absolutely define our Montreal summers). Nonetheless, the feeling of being completely taken over by music is unique. The fact that I had to bring you in close to my chest so as to not have you wake up to Sunday Bloody Sunday from a whole 6KM away is truly powerful. I look forward to the day where we can truly share and appreciate not only the air that we breathe but also the massive current that only an onslaught of rock & roll can deliver.