I wrote the following on Facebook just now. I thought I’d share it with you; maybe you feel the same.
30 years ago today, my Dad took me to see U2: Rattle and Hum at Square One in Mississauga.
It was my weekend with Dad, and my mom told him in advance how much I wanted to see the film. We could not miss it. Dad had a meeting that afternoon, but we still managed to get to the theatre before it started.
The whole time I sat there worried that the rock and roll would give Dad a headache. He was, after all, 42 years old – ancient by my 11 year old standards.
At the end of the film, I asked him if he liked it. He said he did. I asked him if he had a headache. He said he didn’t.
The next time I was in his car, he had the Rattle and Hum CD. My dad had given me Springsteen. I had given him U2. It was, and in my mind remains a fair trade.
I’m 41 years old now, a matter of weeks until I turn 42. My dad’s age when we saw Rattle and Hum. U2 has been with me nearly my entire life.
“What’s the film about?”