Listening Post: U2 at the Superbowl

There are a few things in this world that make me tear up every time I see them, hear them, and so on. One is the Miracle on Ice. Another is the crescendo of Nessun Dorma. And then there’s this: U2’s breathtaking performance at the Super Bowl halftime show just four months after the attacks of 9/11.

I had worked and worked and worked, nonstop, day after day after day, covering the initial attack and then the aftermath in New York City for MSNBC. I lived out of a hotel. It was exhausting, exhilarating, and excruciating — all of these things at the same time. I cried a lot. And by January of 2002 I figured I was past the emotional impact of what had happened, that I had just come to accept and compartmentalize all that I’d seen and heard and felt. Then U2 stepped onstage, the names of the dead began to scroll on a massive white background that seemed itself to reach to heaven, and the first notes of the elegiac MLK began to play — and I completely lost it. Still kind of do.

Here’s MLK and Where the Streets Have No Name.

Chez Pazienza was the beating heart of The Daily Banter, sadly passing away on February 25, 2017. His voice remains ever present at the Banter, and his influence as powerful as ever.