Richard Koscher
BONO
Oil on Canvas
24”x36” inch (60 x 90 cm)
Unframed
U2 was my first concert, Vienna,1992. The ZooTV Tour, Achtung Baby, their first open-air show of the tour. Sixty thousand people by the blue Danube, and I was seventeen. When Where the Streets Have No Name began, the air itself seemed to vibrate. Every cell, every hair, every nerve alive. It felt like the world had cracked open and turned into sound.
Of all the musicians I’ve painted, U2 remains the one closest to me. Their music has followed me through every decade, through confusion, love, change, and return. I’ve seen them on the Achtung Baby Tour, the Elevation Tour, the 360° Tour, and most recently at the Sphere in Vegas. My son shared his second ticket with me. He was seventeen, the same age I was in Vienna.
Bono has appeared in my dreams for years, sometimes sitting on a New York stoop, answering all the questions I never asked. I suppose this painting is a continuation of that conversation. Someday I might meet him for real, that dream is still bright. But for tonight, this painting stands in for that meeting.
Here’s to the first concert, the last encore, and the music that never leaves you.
Note: Ships from San Francisco
Richard Koscher
BONO
Oil on Canvas
24”x36” inch (60 x 90 cm)
Unframed
U2 was my first concert, Vienna,1992. The ZooTV Tour, Achtung Baby, their first open-air show of the tour. Sixty thousand people by the blue Danube, and I was seventeen. When Where the Streets Have No Name began, the air itself seemed to vibrate. Every cell, every hair, every nerve alive. It felt like the world had cracked open and turned into sound.
Of all the musicians I’ve painted, U2 remains the one closest to me. Their music has followed me through every decade, through confusion, love, change, and return. I’ve seen them on the Achtung Baby Tour, the Elevation Tour, the 360° Tour, and most recently at the Sphere in Vegas. My son shared his second ticket with me. He was seventeen, the same age I was in Vienna.
Bono has appeared in my dreams for years, sometimes sitting on a New York stoop, answering all the questions I never asked. I suppose this painting is a continuation of that conversation. Someday I might meet him for real, that dream is still bright. But for tonight, this painting stands in for that meeting.
Here’s to the first concert, the last encore, and the music that never leaves you.
Note: Ships from San Francisco
