Hello, I am 21 and from Australia.
From as young as I can remember Bruce was always playing in my household, for years and years my father would blast every album so Bruce Springsteen became a part of our everyday life.
When you are little you enjoy the music, you sing and dance but to become a fan and to appreciate his music and what Bruce does for us all on a personal level is when you hit that point in your life when you stop listening to just the music and appreciate the lyrics.
When you hit rock bottom so hard that deep inside you feel as though there is no way to get back up… And then you hear that song, reading this I’m sure one song popped to your mind. We share our love for Bruce together but our journey through his music is personal and something that words alone cannot describe.
His music has given me the courage to be the person I am today and to keep pushing on when times are tough. In a way, he taught me that ANYTHING and EVERYTHING is possible in life, if you wish hard enough you may just get it… But at the same time he explains to us that you can try, and fail, but that’s ok, you can live with it, that pain shall pass, and you are not alone in this.
Bruce Springsteen’s music changed my life in so many ways and I will be forever grateful for that.
Thank you Bruce ❤
Like most of you, Bruce’s music entered my life when I was a teen, and stayed with me during the times that shape your character, the hard times when you begin to understand that life will, and eventually would, kick you down.
I’m a musician, my first instrument of choice were the drums, I’m a Conservatory graduate, I played all over Europe and America, and Bruce’s music was there with me, in my walks on the beach, during my car travels, before going to sleep.
Then my life moved in another direction, I had to stop playing. But I was not satisfied, I wanted to do something, I wanted to go back playing on stage, with something compelling, powerful, that kept me alive both on stage and in my everyday life.
Bruce was on tour in that year, it was 2012, and while I was there seeing him singing and laughin under the rain I decided that if I had to go back on stage I had to it with him, and I started the project for my Bruce’s cover band. It’s a constant, endless work, that never will have an end, because we play the music of one of the best prolific artist in the world. And it’s amazing, just playing this music is a gift. I’m grateful for my band and my friends in this travel, they’re the best people I could ever have with me.
But there’s also a better thing, one I didn’t know could happen to us. During these two years I’ve met a lot of people, of course, and some of them came back to see us, and some came back at every show. And with them came this special connection, we all love Bruce’s music, it’s an essential part of our lives, and when we sing together this bond runs very deep. It’s fantastic, and unique, and I never feel alone in this passion, no more. Sometimes they write to me, or we speak after a show, and it’s so good to be a part of a human chain of values in most cases lost for the rest of the world. I know it sounds corny, but it’s true: you don’t bring your families and children to each rock show you attend, but if there’s Bruce’s music, you do. That means something.
If someone, in a far too cheap diner, someday somehow would found a secret passage leading to alter the time-space continuum, and consequently deprived me of Bruce’s music in my whole life, a chain reaction of events will activate, ending with me reduced, simply diminished, of 5 essential features.
First. Deprived of a lot of acquaintances but most of all of incredible friendships, with whom I shared unforgettable moments of life lived, that real life you are actually glad to remember and have in your past, and share with others. Those crazy moments in a picture, “Oh yeah I made that in Rome before Bruce’s show, my two buddies had set their minds on taking a photo with those kids. They’re a handball team. Chinese. No, they’re not famous, we ended up with the picture and then discovered they were actually a team.” This kind of friendship with so many levels of contact and a way of living life in symbiosis with music is kinda rare and special.
Two. Deprived of a lot of unforgettable things and decisions that pushed me further as a human being, for example that time I was not even of age and took for the first time in my life a flight, with eight virtual friends met on a Bruce’s forum (so actual strangers in real life) and traveled with them half of Spain to see the last shows of that tour. And I know if you say it aloud now, it seems not so a big deal. But I really was a kid then, and this meant the world to me.
Third. Deprived of 75% of the music I now love and can’t possibly live without. To be reaaally honest I would have to say 90%, but I want to believe I’m smart enough to think that maybe a 15% of my music I would have been able to discover it by myself, without Bruce’s help (and this also includes all the Bruce buds who pass -and passed- me suggestions for new and old bands during the years).
Fourth. Deprived of Bruce’s music. That, even if it all came down to this point, would be a bitter, infinite sorrow.
Fifth, and last. Deprived (or at least not so rich) of a series of human principles, values, hopes, dreams. Different ways to see the world, both abstract and concrete. There’s this thing Bruce said in Austin in 2012 that really made me think, I don’t know why it moved me so much but it really had an effect on me, it inspired me and I think helped me so much in some difficult choices I had to make in the past two years. He said: Be able to keep two completely contradictory ideas alive and well inside of your heart and head at all times. If it doesn’t drive you crazy, it will make you strong.” Being told something like this really opens your mind, and your conscience as well.
So, if you stayed with me through all the 5 points, I think you’ll definetly agree that it’s a real convenient lucky thing that certain far too cheap diners with particular secret passages only exist in good literary fiction.