The country we hold in our hearts is waiting.
Bruce Springsteen
Be at peace.
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Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Although “The Rising” was a response to 9/11, it’s seen by the fans as a more universal anthem of resilience and hope in the face of adversity. All the songs of course have a contextual sense in the aftermath of 9/11, but besides the specific details that give them power, their language is universal, and the feelings they inspire are not frozen in time. While the stories told in ‘The Rising’ are heartbreaking and melancholy at times, the album also stirs up feelings of hope and optimism, an invitation to share everything, to accept everything, to move through everything individually, AND together.
Lorenza
Big night in Philly 2003 @philadelphia #therisingtour
There was a big full moon that night, during Ramrod on Roy’s solo at the piano (go Professor!) passed ont the big screens too, Bruce laughed at it, then began to jump all over the stage crying I think a Werewolf in on the prowl! Everybody HOWL now!!! and all the people shouting back Awhoooo! crazy, completely crazy.
In the picture, nice touch of me standing near the trash bins, BUT you’ll notice the finesse of having the t-shirt matching the stadium banners of the show (bahaha).
I have found a video from Ramrod, it’s not very good quality but I think it delivers the message, in a way. And we can see the big Man doing some very nice moves! It’s split in two parts:
The way you make me feel like I belong
You all know that story, the one Bruce often told in the past: “The first day I can remember looking in a mirror and being able to stand what I was seeing was the day I had a guitar in my hand”.
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.
Springsteen and Us 