Family

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In 2006 I got out of the office and arrived quite late (for fan standars!) at the show. I checked the entrance, mine is 13… well, ok. In the seat next to mine, there’s this pretty brunette, alone.  She asks me help with her camera, and we chat, then the show begins. Bruce is onstage, there’s magic in the night, and I’m not alone, my new friend sings and dances with me. At the end of the show I give her my email address, asking that she sends me the show photos she took, to have a reminder of the occasion. She writes my address on the back cover of a book. I’m not quite sure I’ll ever hear from her again.

Today it has been 8 years of going together at Bruce’s concerts. Our son is six, and he stays home with grandpa and grandma. We both love Bruce, even if she prefers the intimate Bruce, and I do favour the rock’n’roll one. We have some common cornerstones, of course: Born to run, Jungleland, Night, Growing up. We talk a lot of Bruce, as if he’s family… and well, in a way, you know, he IS family.

As a result, this evening our son was in the shower singing We take care of our own, even if it was something more like “ui ceccher amooon bam bam BAAAM”. New generations of fans growing up.

And for all this, again, I just have to say Thank you, Bruce.

 

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