U2 played a long set full of songs from every decade they’ve been together. Personally, I like everything up to Zooropa, but each fan has their own U2 favorites and opinions. The stage presence was immense, the electricity used must’ve cost more for 4 hours than the rest of the town of Foxborough, MA for that evening. The band looked good, performed well, but the sound was atrocious. I was sitting in the 300 level and it was just awful. Every note, every word that Bono said, echoed, ricocheted, and bounced into each other, some getting lost in the concrete walls and sky-boxes. Toward the end, I moved down to the warmer 100 level where the sound was clearer, the vocals more crisp, and that unique guitar sound of The Edge was much more coherent.  People from all walks of life were sneaking their way to better seats and singing, but also joyfully dancing to “Where the Streets Have No Name.” I was pleased to hear tunes like, “MLK,” “Sunday Bloody Sunday,” “With Or Without You,” and “Mysterious Ways.” Bono brought great attention to the election problems and Human Rights violations in Iran and Burma, but I’m sure some of that message was lost on the inebriated patrons scattered all over the ad-ridden coliseum. It was a great experience inside the stadium and beforehand, tail-gaiting across Route 1. I just wish the sound was better from atop Mt. Gillette.