This weekend, I became acquainted with Bono and the U2 fellas.

It was just me, the band…and 80,000 of my closest friends.

There’s something humbling, exciting, thrilling and a little fear-inducing about being surrounded by 80,000 other people who are all doing the Wave, stomping their feet, and rocking out in a football stadium.

Rocking so hard, let me just say, that you could feel the floor beneath you shake from the uproar.

Never before in my life have I prayed so fervently that a group of engineers knew what they were doing.

The U2 concert – held at Invesco Field – was by far the biggest blow-out of a music hootenanny that I’ve ever experienced.

My attending the concert was a bit of a last minute event, and because we didn’t want to pay upward of $300 for tickets, we sat at the top of the stadium.

Way, way up into the Mile High air.

It looked a bit like this.

But thanks to the modern marvels of technology, not only could we see what was going on via their massive, overhanging screens, but we could hear the music. Or more accurately, feel the music as it blasted through our ears and exploded our eardrums.

(I haven’t so much participated in conversations since then as just executed the nod-and-smile technique when addressed, straining to hear people. Which doesn’t work so well when talking on the phone. But you know.)

Here’s the stage just a bit closer.

And just a little bit closer still. (That there on the screen is not Bono – notice the lack of eye wear. That is the lead singer of the opening band, The Fray.)

That’s as far as I was willing to push my little fancy phone. It’s got a heck of a camera for a tiny little phone, but not so much when it comes to zooming in.

One can’t rely on modern engineering for everything. Except when it comes stadium engineering. They’d better be pretty darn reliable.

The show was truly incredible, if for nothing else than the sheer scope of the whole thing. From the stage (seriously, look at that thing – it apparently takes four days to construct and two to break down), to the band’s stage presence, to Bono’s glasses, everything was immense and overwhelming and pretty awesome.

And the music wasn’t half-bad either.