Take it easy – Bruce Springsteen #Eagles #BruceSpringsteen

“Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end…”
Rest in peace, Glenn Frey

Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
don’t even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy

https://youtu.be/AaDcus7jie8

If a distant dream is callin’ you there’s just one thing you can do

On June 28, 2003, beautiful performance of a great great show. One of those concerts in which you feel alive, happy, ready to burst into flames with Bruce and the Band. And then he played this, talked about the search for the right things in your life, and the struggle not to give up.

Now everyone has the right to live
The right to a chance to give what they have to give
The right to fight for the things they believe
For the things that come to them in dreams

30 years ago, and still counting.

Exactly 30 years ago I’ve seen my first Bruce show, 1985, Born in the USA tour. It was also he first rock show I ever attended, and what can I say, a good start is half the work!
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I went to the concert with my best friend Bobby Jean, and her parents; we were fourteen years old and had planned for a week to escape the adults and go in the field, but her parents kept a veeery tight leash, plus, to be honest, there was a huge crowd and we were a little bit intimidated.
So we arrived after lunch, take a seat on the upper level, and waited under the sun.
I still remember which t-shirt and jeans I wore, and that they were selling a lot of phoney merchandise outside the stadium, and I spent almost everything I had in cotton strips, wristbands and bandanas, all of them spectacularly tacky and to me pretty wonderful.
I remember the moment when the roadies took Bruce Excalibur out and put it in its place, at that time he did not walk out with the Fender already embraced, he picked it up when entering the stage.
I remember Clarence as tall, beautiful and huge and really the best dressed of the Band (ah ha).
I remember Bruce coming out from the left side, grabbing the Excalibur and raising a fist in the air.
I remember that I thought the red headed woman as a good vocalist.
I remember that at the third song, Out in the street, we were all standing up, and nobody ever sat again for the whole show.
I remember that I was not a great fan of Nebraska at that time (I was fourteen and my fav albums were The River and Born in the USA), but then he played Atlantic City and a whole new world opened in front of me.
I remember a see of lighters on the ballads.
I remember that I had not a clue on what he was playing during Trapped or Because the night or Rockin’all over the world, what a shame!
I remember that during Working on the highway Bobby’s mum was dancing like a crazy, and she never stopped from that moment on.
I remember that Hungy Heart was the second song I’ve ever memorized, and when Bruce offered the mic out to let the crowd sing I was so overwhelmed to think that I was singing with Bruce that I completely forgot the words, standing there with my mouth open not being able to remember a single thing of a song I was singing for about two years now.
I remember the crowd choirs on Glory days.
I remember the hormones going crazy on I’m on fire.
I remember that when the first set ended we took a seat back to back not talking, just too moved to speak.
I remember that when he began the reprise with that nasty Cover me intro we thought for a moment we were ended up to a Madonna show by mistake. And a friend of mine later said to me that at that intro he thought there could be a problem with the sound system and with his friends was trying to understand how to report it to the mixer crowd.
I remember that I was well-prepared on The river, Born in the USA, Darkness and Born to run, I knew a little of Nebraska and that I had bought with my allowance The Wild and Greetings just three days before the show, so I practically knew nothing of those works.
I remember that I did not know the words from Rosalita, and I was very worried and expressed my concerns to a girl seated just next to me and she answered very politely that surely Bruce would not have minded, and that she herself did not know all the songs by heart.
I remember that I had a crush at that time on Gary and when Bruce introduced him I screamed so loud that all my neighbors looked at me.
I remember that Clarence changed himself for the second set, wearing the colors of our national flag. What a man!
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I remember that new guitarist, Nils something, wearing lots of cotton strips, wristbands and bandanas, him too.
I remember that starting Ramrod he shouted: Now… we begin! Oh my.
I remember when he played Can’t help falling in love I was crying so heavily that Bobby’s mother came to give me a handkerchief.
I remember thay were selling anisette popsicles, go figure, and eeew.
I remember a group of boys and girls that at the very end on the field during Twist & Shout began to do the conga, and I still smile when I think of their young faces, so happy.
I remember Bruce jumping on the piano, Bobby and I thinking he was probably going crazy.
I remember that while going out at the end, the stadium speakers announced they were selling at the box office tickets from the next show in a close Country, and we thought with admiration of these superior beings so godlikely cool to be able and brave to go and see no less that ANOTHER Bruce show, abroad even!
I remember that I was really amazed that he had not played The price you pay (ah ah).
I remember me and Bobby in the back seat of her parents’ car on the way back, singing No surrender and swearing we were gonne see him together each and every time he would come back.
I remember going out of the car in my parents’ yard and shouting BABY WE WERE BOOOOORN TO RAAAAAAAN!!! and my dad worried about the neighbours.
I remember that for a whole week after the show I wore one of those cotton strips around the neck, and I really felt too cool to describe.
I remember that show, my first, beautiful, magic show, it will always have a special place in my heart, my dearest and first moment with Bruce.
Do you loooove me? oh yeah.
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Lorenza

 

 

 

Maximum rock’n’roll

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I think I’ve seen this picture for the first time in the nineties, maybe around the time Access all areas from Lynn Goldsmith was published. It’s from Stefanko, and it’s one of those pictures, like the ones miss Goldsmith’s took, I look at it and I think this, THIS was what they were, this is the myth itself, Bruce Springsteen and E Street Band.

This is THE Band, seven men on a rock’n’roll mission, and no-one ever after that, that’s the reason why it took me so long to even accept Nils, go figure, for years and years he was the “new” guitarist, and don’t let me start with the last line up, choirs, bells, castanets, tambourines, piffaros and jake clemons. I respect the new years and the new artists on stage, even love them, I understand that changes were inevitables, but I learned to love them on other rock’n’roll standards, and if you grew up with a Cain raised from an Adam, and with the Clarence’ side onstage opposite to Stevie’ side, you can’t forget. Life is abut going forward, not back, and that’s it: but we don’t forget.

The picture that will always be Bruce and the E Street is this one, or one of those around the 1978 era, years in which they went out playing onstage so charged they felt they could kill the public to the sound of drums and guitars, and not just one night, every night, all night. That was when the legend took form, concerts played to conquer the world with guitar blows, with no party time, no politics, no girls onstage, no entertainment debate, no useless global discussion on the set list.

I had a friend once, he was 29 when he attended his first Bruce’s show, it was on the Reunion tour, I bought him the ticket to make him understand, and as it is said, he saw him onstage and he understood, and became a fan. Still, he did not grew up with Bruce, he never spent nights attached to his headphones with some bootleg on, alone in the dark listening to a rockn’n’roll singer because you needed that singer to explain something to you about your existence, to make a sense to all the pain, the rage, the boredom, the dispair in your life. You needed Bruce to help you make a little sense in that complete mess your life had suddenly become, and if you did not grow up year after year with this, if you never hanged on to Bruce and his music like it was your last chance of passion and happiness on Earth, than you cannot understand, I’m afraid. I tried to explain this picture to my friend, that thing Clarence said about going out onstage completely charged on rage and passion, ready to burst into flames at the first notes, and he asked me :”Why? why did they have to do that?”

Why?

Because that’s what the people wanted, not just the band onstage: maximum rock’n’roll power shooted directly into your veins, every night you wanted, all night long. That’s why this picture is Bruce and the E Street Band, and will always be, and no-one other, ever.