Very cool, Codeguy.
The original JT tour is still one of my most epic concert memories. I was a senior in college, coming of age in many ways, and my first band was drawing well. I discovered U2 when October came out and by JT, they had grown in into a tie for my favorite band (REM being the other). A bunch of us camped outside of a department store (Van Leunen's, for anyone who any Midwestern US folks) overnight so we could get tickets as soon as they went on sale. The parking lot turned into a big party and the store security were actually cool about tolerating us. Tickets to Lexington and Indianapolis went on sale the same morning, so my girlfriend and I split up and got two for each. Lucky for me, everyone else in line bought Lexington only, so I was first in line for Indy tickets and ended up in the second row (John Cusack was several rows behind us).
Lexington was first (10-23-87), and my first time seeing U2. They opened with Streets and I was immediately overwhelmed with tears. They were every bit as brilliant as I had hoped even though Bono had a cold and was fighting with his voice. The BoDeans opened and were great, too. Indy was a week later (11-01-87). The Dalton Brothers were a blast and only those of us close to the stage seemed to recognize that they were actually U2. Los Lobos were another favorite of mine, so it was a bonus to see them. U2 were brilliant and seeing them up close was just incredible.
A goofy side story -- after seeing people throw flowers and other things on stage for Bono, I decided to bring my band's demo since we were so close. U2 would obviously listen on the bus, fall in love with us, and help make us stars. ;-) (I've since learned from IP attorney friends that things like that usually get thrown away so no one can accuse them of stealing music). I was waiting for the right moment to throw it up on stage as I obviously didn't want to hit Bono in the head and get thrown out. There was a brief moment where Bono and Edge were chatting and it looked like they were switching up the setlist. I meant to throw the tape so that it would land near Bono's feet. Instead, probably jacked up on adrenaline, I hurled it and it went sailing over Adam's head. He watched it fly over his head, looked me in the eye and smiled and sort of shrugged his shoulders like, "sorry, dude." It's funny now, but I was pretty bummed at the moment.