As often happens in the really important encounters of your life, I just don’t remember when was the first time I listened to a Springsteen song. He did not change my life abruptly, he was ideally placed between the great rockers whose records I used to buy at that time. I was twenty, and there were some.
But, as usually happens in the really important encounters of your life, step by step his presence became stable, a constant, until he gradually became my benchmark both for musical and human standards. And as always happens in real friendships, to be able to have him in my life became, in time, a real strong and reliable habit. It was like a handbook on life, something I consulted for both words and music, to keep me goin’ on. It was, he was like a friend, a good one.
Real friendships are rare, and precious. Just a handful, and enduring. And as time goes by, you see in your friend’s face some wrinkles, you see his human frailty, just as you begin to see yours. But you keep rockin’, because he is still able to muster energy and coherence in his career and in his music, and you find this deeply inspirational.
Plus, there are the live shows, wordily rituals in which you are one but all the same with the others, in which you have that wonderful sensation that he is singing just for you, and everybody else feels the same.
I love Bruce for many many reasons, and I am grateful he came into my life and stayed. And I want to share with you this.
One day, in this particular friendship, he made me a gift, a precious, unexpected gift that will always remain in my heart. He called onstage one of the two persons I love the most, and he made her, my daughter, immensely happy. It was a dream come true, for her, she was so so happy, she glowed for days after that show. And to this day, that is one of the most beautiful moments of both our lives. Because he really made my daughter happy, and he gave us a memory to share together. Life usually doesn’t get better than this.