Here’s to the Legendary E! Street! Fans!!! @nilslofgren @springsteen

2013 was the best summer of my life. Bruce is the reason, I toured a lot following him, memories I will cherish forever. And one of my fondest memories is when at the final show of the European Tour Bruce and the Band offered a thank you to all the fans there gathered. It was at the end of the show, they were playing Shout! rocking the crowd as usual. Then came the part of the “You’ve just witnessed the the heart-stopping, pants-dropping, hard-rocking, booty-shaking, love-making, earth-quaking, Viagra-taking, justifying, death-defying, legendary E STREET BAND!” and then Bruce and the band went on with a salute to the fans. Bruce cried aloud:  “ticket-seeking, hotel-booking, money-juggling, plane-taking, train-riding, queue-forming, tramp-meeting, feet-throbbing, back-breaking, burger-eating, rain-enduring, music-loving, Boss-following, legendary E! Street! Fans!” and on the last line all the band, even Max, raised and shouted it: Legendary E STREET FANS! wow. I’ve got shivers up my spine just remembering it. Thank you Bruce, for bringing joy and meaning to all of us.


Danny Federici, 1/23/1950 – 4/17/2008


Of course we all grow up and we know “it’s only rock and roll”…but it’s not. After a lifetime of watching a man perform his miracle for you, night after night, it feels an awful lot like love.

“So today, making another one of his mysterious exits, we say farewell to Danny, “Phantom” Dan, Federici. Father, husband, my brother, my friend, my mystery, my thorn, my rose, my keyboard player, my miracle man and lifelong member in good standing of the house rockin’, pants droppin’, earth shockin’, hard rockin’, booty shakin’, love makin’, heart breakin’, soul cryin’… and, yes, death defyin’ legendary E Street Band”.

We love you Danny.

In 1981 I was in Zurich, Switzerland, to see a Bruce show. In the afternoon I decided to take a walk, have a look of the town. I was with some friends but they preferred to stay at the hotel and rest. So I wandered for a while, and I decided to end my afternoon as a tourist with a good cup of chocolate (I know, not very sex/drug&rock’n’roll… but the chocolate was sooo good!). And I ended in a little chocolate shop, and there was Danny, standin all alone, buying a paper cone of chocolates, eatin’ them directly there. I was all flustered and I couldn’t believe my eyes, but he was very kind, he smiled and signed me an autograph, and I ended up eating those chocolates too. It’s one of those sweetest memories I have of the Band, not only for the chocolate, eh eh.



This wild bunch of incurable rock’n’roll romantics

In the end, you don’t jump on another plane to join one more queue just for the music or the personal statistics on songs and concerts seen. You move to the next show, and you answer to the very same question co-workers and relatives pose you each time, “But haven’t you seen him ten times already?” (and these are the same people who each friday order in the same restaurant the same burger year after year after year, not to mention they spend their vacation for ten or twenty years on the same place in the same month, just sayin’) for one very good reasons. Your friends, the Bruce buds you meet right before or after the show, they are not part of your everyday’s life, but they are IN your life much more than some old faces you have to see in your day every ten minutes.
You see them tour after tour, and this is goin’on from years now, you joke on the growing of your potbelly and kids, and on the receding line in your hair.
Your beards can be greysh, ok let’s say they are more grey than any other color, but you look around during the show and you see your friends jumping and laughing like ten or twenty, or thirty years ago, this wild bunch of incurable rock’n’roll romantics, and you love them just like they love you.
And that’s why you do it, not just for Bruce and the Band.