Live and let live


So, what does your partner think of your passion for Bruce?

Him: Well, I asked her. Listen dear, I have to write some answers on a Bruce quest…

Her: OOOOH Holy Moly, not again! I know you!

Him: No, really, it’s like an interview, but they wanna know the “partner” point of view in all this…

Her: Oh yeah? Ok. You can write this: my opinion on other people’s life and passions it’s: Live and let live!

Him: So, really, she doesn’t care. She knows, though, that if Someone from New Jersey calls, I have to go. Besides, I really prefer to travel light, for the show, if you know what I mean.

She really likes Point Blank. The original in The River’s version, not the live one. She doesn’t like the live because he doesn’t sing, but mostly speaks.

And in any case, I’ll drive all night just to buy her a new pair of shoes. I just love her.


I found something I didn’t even know I was looking for, and now I am never letting go.

You know what they say about Bruce, right? That you can’t fully understand him and his music until you see him live. Well, I never really believed that. I mean, I already loved the guy, I felt like I could understand what he was talking about in his songs. What else did I need? Nothing, I thought.
Until, of course, I saw him live.
And, let me tell you, it was nothing like I expected it to be.
It was 2009, and I went prepared. I arrived in front of the stadium the day before, waiting in line for about 30 hours. I met many amazing people. I laughed, I shared stories. It was exciting, and as beautiful as I imagined it to be, and then some. I mean, I consider myself to be a lonely kind of person, so I did not think about making friends. But I did, and it was awesome.
And then the moment arrived, and the concert started.
The funniest thing is, I don’t remember anything about the moment Bruce and the band came up on stage. Like, totally blank.
But there’s moment I remember so clearly it feels like it was yesterday, and it’s the moment he started to sing Drive All Night.
At the time the song didn’t mean much to me. I’ve always thought it was a brilliant song, but that was it. I didn’t feel connected to the lyrics, if you know what I mean. I didn’t even remember the damn song when I heard people talking about it during the queue the day before. That’s the reason why I took a moment to look around me while Bruce was singing the song just a few feet away from me. On my right there was this guy, around 40 years of age, good looking. He was the one who took care of the list and roll calls outside the stadium. What I’ll never forget is his face. He was shouting the damn song, looking like an emotional wreck, smiling and crying at the same time. I think it was the most beautiful thing I saw that night. And that was the moment I felt connected not only to him, but to everyone who was there that night.
And that’s the reason why I can never get tired of going to his shows. It feels like home, I feel like I’m going back to my family. I may be tired, nervous, sad. I may be in pain, but nothing matters. There’s no other place I want to be, no other people I want to be with.
That’s what Bruce Springsteen means to me.
A family. A home.
I found something I didn’t even knew I was looking for, and now I am never letting go.

Heart and soul


I don’t want to talk about what Springsteen’s music represents for me or about how it has changed my life. I don’t want to talk about the number of concerts I’ve been to or the number of nights spent waiting for the tickets to go on sale. I won’t tell you about my favourite song, nor about the one which I would love to hear live. I won’t even tell you how many times it has rained on me and I certainly won’t tell you about the number of flights I’ve taken, bad sandwiches I’ve eaten and t-shirts I’ve bought; about the amount of money I’ve invested in this crazy passion of mine. Why?

Because I found this photo I’d forgotten about in an old folder. And despite how faded and out of focus it is I still think that this picture portrays everything that Springsteen represents for me. Excitement. Passion. Friendship. The sax that poured notes in the background that night gave us hope and left us with a lasting impression that we will never forget. There’s me, my wife and our friends, crazily happy to be there together in that embrace.

I don’t really like the word brotherhood, but looking at this photo it is exactly this word that comes to mind.

I remember the next day sitting on the plane home listening to that life-affirming song again with my wife. It’s all about driving through the night.

We looked at the bored faces of all the other passengers roaming through their lives and we suddenly had once more tears in our eyes. That thrill, that excitement, that emotion had still not left us after 24 hours. And thinking back to that day, to that unforgettable night in that amazing arena and trying to describe it, I still have goosebumps.