To Bruce, who was there, and will always be.

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My Bruce anniversary is on May 23rd, because it’s the day he officially became a part of me, at my first show. And this is my last year’ dedication:

I dedicate this post to all friendships, the lost and the recovered (hopefully for good) ones.

To you, who punctually are there to say “You never have money but for some reason you always have money for concerts!”. Maybe it’s because I choose not to spend my money on the weekends in clubs!

To my dear sister, who actually understands zilch on music but… sometimes she just gets some Bruce song!

To my brother, for a million reasons.

To my mom, who laid the foundations of my Bruce fandomness.

To him…who even if is not is my life at this time, made me listen to Dancing in the Dark and Tougher than the rest when I was 4 years old a million times in the car, and who had this The river musicassette wich finally made me think Ok let’s give this Springsteen dude a try, maybe it’s good music, maybe he’s not just a hunk.

To the boy who made me lose a Bruce’s show in 2009, a heartfelt FUCK YOU!

To the first person who saw my first Bruce ticket.

To all the Tramps like me, the ones I met and the ones I will met, someday.

To all my Bruce brothers and sisters, who each and every day are there to say: NO SURRENDER!, no matter what.

To my doggie Sandy, yeah, that’s right, from 4th Of July Asbury Park!

To me, I think in the end I deserve this!

To each September 23rd, when I have all sort of messages on my cell, and calls for Happy Christmas on that day. If you are not Springsteen’s fans then no, you can’t get it.

To his Fender. To E Street Band. To Danny. To Clarence.

And to Bruce. Who really makes me a better person every day. Who truly sometimes gives me a good reason to believe at the end of a hard day.

To Bruce, who was there, and will always be.

Wear my ring (around your neck)

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I’ve always asked myself how it would have been to have a girlfriend who shared my same passion for Bruce. I would have seen more shows, for sure. And of course I would have spent twice as much money.
Sometimes I think that maybe if you share everything with your partner, in a way that passion becomes less special, ’cause it’s not just yours anymore. Probably you have to find middle ground, in this like in everything else in a relationship.
Truth is, in my story, my wife doesn’t like Bruce, and, more important, she has never acknowledged my passion. She understands that you can like music, that you can buy records and go to shows… well, to “a” show, as in ONE. But for her it ends here. She thinks of music as simply something you turn on the radio and listen to, no matter what it’s on. The idea that a singer and his songs can change you or your life is an abstruse concept, for her. And that’s not the important part, you know: the saddest thing is
that she doesn’t understand that if it’s really important to me, you don’t have to question. You don’t have to say You’re almost 40 for Christ’s sake grow up.
I do the home chores, I work, pay the bills, care for my children and parents. I have also a strong passion for soccer, so I go to the stadium on Sundays, but mostly I stay home with my family. So if once or twice in a tour year I want to travel and see Bruce ’cause he’s not playing in my hometown, I’d like to go without the spanish inquisition.
I know she doesn’t understand why I’m doing this. But I’d really like for her to accept it because Bruce is important to me, because he’s the reason why I am who I am. He has been in my life for… well, all of my life. Sad moments, great moments, he has always been there.
So maybe is just that she’s jealous, in a way. I really hope for the next tour she’ll come around. And anyway, I’ll keep trying to make her understand. ‘Cause that’s what it’s all about in a relationship: you don’t give up.