Because Bruce is family, you know.


I’ve been a Bruce die hard fan for 41 years now (and counting!), and I say he will be with you through good times, that, you know, it’s easy; but above all he will be with you in bad times too, to lift you up, and to keep you believing in your dreams. It’s true, I’m not saying this just as a form of flattery, Bruce has been with me through every major event in my life, he’s the background music of all my life. He got me through those rough teenage years and through the fun twenties, and through my mommy years, and now I’m a grandma and with my baby we listen to Bruce and dances and shakes his head, so Bruce’s music is there for me also in my grandmom years, and that’s just great.

I hope you all feel always the same because he really will help you rock your life in good and bad, he’s the best, and that’s why we love him so much.




In 2006 I got out of the office and arrived quite late (for fan standars!) at the show. I checked the entrance, mine is 13… well, ok. In the seat next to mine, there’s this pretty brunette, alone.  She asks me help with her camera, and we chat, then the show begins. Bruce is onstage, there’s magic in the night, and I’m not alone, my new friend sings and dances with me. At the end of the show I give her my email address, asking that she sends me the show photos she took, to have a reminder of the occasion. She writes my address on the back cover of a book. I’m not quite sure I’ll ever hear from her again.

Today it has been 8 years of going together at Bruce’s concerts. Our son is six, and he stays home with grandpa and grandma. We both love Bruce, even if she prefers the intimate Bruce, and I do favour the rock’n’roll one. We have some common cornerstones, of course: Born to run, Jungleland, Night, Growing up. We talk a lot of Bruce, as if he’s family… and well, in a way, you know, he IS family.

As a result, this evening our son was in the shower singing We take care of our own, even if it was something more like “ui ceccher amooon bam bam BAAAM”. New generations of fans growing up.

And for all this, again, I just have to say Thank you, Bruce.



I double dare you



So there’s this pleasant game in which you choose 3 words to describe what Bruce means to you, and well, you have a whole bunch of Love-Faith-Happiness or Family-Life-Hope selection, and it’s all very good, and true. Then you remember Bruce at the Madison Square Garden, Reunion Tour, hand in hand with all the E Street, singing Blood Brothers and trying hard not to cry, and well… I fucking dare you to explain in 3 words what Springsteen means to you, in that moment.