4:00 pm yesterday afternoon the phone rang. It was Guitar Shop Ryan (not to be confused with several other Ryans we know and love), wondering if I wanted to claim his spare ticket to the evening’s Bruce Springsteen concert.
Having already passed on a free Bruce show once that day (motherhood and schlepping someone to piano lessons took precedence), I saw this as karma for letting motherhood make me a better person without a lot of grumbling. Okay, so maybe motherhood was the excuse I used when really my main reason for skipping the free show downtown that afternoon was because it was also a political rally and I just simply cannot. stomach. any. more. politics. at. all. on either side. I’m not a huge Bruce fan, but his concerts are legendary. I did spring for a ticket a few years ago, spending more than I swore I would ever pay (and will ever pay) again for any concert, and it was worth it. And here a free ticket was being offered up. Hell yeah I’ll take it.
The seats were terrific. The last time I saw Bruce, we had nosebleed seats, I swear I could touch the roof of the arena we were up so high and they were off to the side, so down low, smack dab in the center, was perfect. The first time I saw Bruce, I thought it was an amazing show. This one blew that experience away. Three solid hours. And words absolutely escape me at beginning to describe it.
A Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band show isn’t just a concert. It’s a mystical, spiritual, musical, patriotic and all that is right with the world happening. It is an experience every music fan should have at least once. Even if you aren’t a huge Bruce fan, you cannot walk away from that show without an overwhelming amount of respect for the musicians on that stage. I fail to find the words that adequately convey the energy of last night’s show. The entire arena singing the opening verse and chorus of “Hungry Heart” (a 45 I still have!), Bruce crowd surfing his way from the platform midway through the floor section back to the stage, pulling audience members up to dance on stage for “Dancing in the Dark”. Closing with a kick ass rendition of “Tenth Avenue Freeze-out”. Very quite possibly the best concert I’ve been to, which I know is a strong phrase, but I stand by it. Definitely.
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