By Benjamin Wagner
It was the worst-kept secret in Boston, and for good reason. The World's Biggest Band was tearing up one of Beantown's most-intimate venues, and everyone wanted a piece. As a kid from Iowa who's life was changed by The Joshua Tree, I was no exception.
All around the 900-seat Somerville Theater, thousands of chattering fans queued behind barricades for a fleeting glimpse of the band. One woman plead to Sway through tears as he endeavored to deliver a stand-up. Traffic stalled. Police lights flared. It was chaos.
Inside, the tiny, one-time vaudeville theater was ready to blow. Sway only added to the frenzy, briefly introducing the band then ushering them onto the stage as only he could with his extra-long, extra-emphatic vowels. "Give it up for Uuuuuuuuuuuuu Twoooooooo!"
And with that, The Edge attacked the already-familiar fuzz-guitar intro of "Get On Your Boots," and it was on. Bono marched in place like some 21st century general calling his troops to muster.
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By Nicole Tahan