05.09.1992 Canada, Toronto, CN Exhibition Stadium Toronto, Sept. 5, 1992 good Aud. 01. Intro [1:15] 02. Zoo Station [4:53] 03. The Fly [5:41] 04. Even Better Than the Real Thing [3:41] 05. Mysterious Ways [6:55] 06. One [4:51] 07. Mystery Girl [1:19] 08. Until the End of the World [5:10] 09. New Year's Day *cut off [5:03] 10. Where the Streets Have No Name *cut in [5:31] 11. Pride (In The Name Of Love) [4:46] 12. Zoo Tv [2:54] 13. Desire [5:01] 14. Bono calls the White House [1:10] 15. Ultra Violet [5:11] 16. With or Without You [6:01] 17. Love is Blindness [5:41] 18. Can't Help Falling in Love [2:18] 19. Outro [1:51] Total Running Time: [1:19:13] Lineage: 2nd gen from unknown equipment, with some eq and noise gates, if I remember rightly>M-audio sound card>wav>flac Notes: Well, I'm finally getting around to digitizing my 700+ cassettes (at my wife's insistence--she wants them out of the house), so I'm going to start posting some goodies here. I taped many a show in the Toronto area from the late '80's to the late '90's, and also recorded a lot of radio broadcasts, mostly from CFNY, 102.1 in Toronto. Hope you stumble across something you like, or even a show you were at! addendum: I have had many comments about the fate of my tapes, so for those worried about them...the masters I am boxing up and storing in my parents' basement. The others (mixed tapes, recorded LP's, etc) are getting tossed. My wife is not evil or insensitive--we live in a small place, and the many boxes were getting in the way. This is something I'VE wanted to do for awhile, as well. She just gave me the push. Oh, and she doesn't have shelves of makeup, or hundreds of shoes, no matter what stereotypes you care to buy in to. Her comic collection, however.... U2--Exhibition Stadium, Toronto, Sept. 5, 1992 *for completists only* My worst concert experience, ever. This story is probably more fun than listening to this recording! Three days earlier, I'm in a pub in Toronto with a female friend of mine, watching Arlene Bishop (sadly underrated Toronto singer/songwriter). There is a woman in the corner booth, who looks like she's doing some sort of homework--she has books and papers strewn about. At some point in the evening, we start making comments back and forth (I can't even remember what about now), and I go over and join her. After a while, she asks if I'm going to the U2 show. I tell her no, I couldn't really afford it, and she then tells me her boyfriend bought some good seats, but they just broke up, and would I like to join her? Please note, this is the first, and still only, time I've ever had a girl in a bar actually volunteer to see me again. I say, "sure!", and get her number. The next day I call. To my surprise, it is actually her phone number, and not some pizza joint or something. We arrange to meet at the will-call window, where she will have my ticket. Sweet! Now, I just have to find a ride, as I don't actually live in Toronto, and have no car. I manage to finagle my way in with a bunch of teenagers I don't really know who have a van going down to the show. OK, we're all set. We get to the venue, and the guys go in with their tickets. I'm waiting outside near the will-call window. And waiting. And waiting. Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy play their set. I'm thinking I've been stood up at this point. But wait, isn't that her? Why, yes it is, walking up to the window and talking to the teller. I walk over and say hi, she says, "hey, here's your ticket, and this is my mother." Yes, she brought her mother with her. I say hi, get a curt nod, and in we go. We start walking to the front--remember, her boyfriend said he had good tickets. She shows her ticket to an usher, who immediately shakes their head and points back the way we came. As does the next usher. And the next. Turns out, the tix are on the floor, about 5 rows from the back. Of a stadium. We settle into our seats as Primus finish their set. Things are not going well. Mom is pissed. Girl keeps trying to talk to Mom, who is just staring straight ahead. All my efforts at humour at met with blank stares. I just want the show to start. Which it does! Then everyone stands up! Then it is impossible to see the stage. We're so far back anyway, it could be anyone up there. I get a glimpse of a small pink dot--since the monitors show the Edge is wearing a pink jacket, that must be him, but from where we are, it could be OJ Simpson. Or Cher. Or, anyone really. Mom sits back down, and sulks for the whole show. When it's all over, and we're leaving, I ask the girl whether I should call her again. She sighs and says, "whatever, if you want." I never do. Can't even remember her name now. The tape is not mine. It was recorded by one of the kids in the van, who had just bought the machine and did not know how to use it. They were way up in the stands, but at the side, so at least they could see *something*. To this day, if someone asks me if I ever say U2, I say no, but I was at one of their concerts once. Anyway, the kid gave me a copy of the tape a little later, and a friend of mine brought over some equipment, and we tried to fix it up. This is the best we could do. Recommended only for completists, or those who really need a souvenir of this evening. God only knows why I do. (try and) enjoy!