The first time in my life I felt normal was queueing up for the tickets of one of his shows, for the Ghost of Tom Joad Tour. I had an average adolescence, no problems at home, happy family and everything. But I had no Bruce buds, all my class mates were listening to hip pop or pop, there was just one guy who was into metal I could relate to (because he was not conformed, like me, not for the taste in music). But nobody, at home or in school, was into Bruce. So when I ended up in queue with all the other fans, it was a revelation.
For the first time in my life I was not the strange one who had records nobody wanted to listen to, the cute but strange one with this particular obsession for an old rockstar. For the first time I discovered that my music and life longings were in complete agreement among other people, and I was not lonely and isolated and freak. I belonged.