Prove it all day, every day.

I think that everyone here agrees on saying that Bruce’s music helps us to get through the struggles of every day life that we all face. He’s here for good times, and bad times, and that’s ok. Yesterday I went through some thoughts scattered on FB in the last six months, nothing big, you know… Just a simple life. With Bruce’s songs in the background.
“I took a time off morning from work, I absolutely had to do something for that pile of laundry to be ironed. The heat was killing me but it had to be done. So I took Houston ’78 and put it on… That Promised land is sensational…Prove it all night has no words to be qualified…Racing in the streets… I keep ironing and folding… Jungleland. My husband comes rushing from the other room at the first notes. The fever, Fire… Well, I’ve finished, the laundry chest is empty, I didn’t even notice… That was a great way to spend a morning!”
“This is for my son, who decided to take his Thunder road. He’s leaving in a month for New Zealand, a whole year without him, so happy for him…But it hurts so much, staying here, working hard, trying to build a better world for him too. But it’s right, you take your Thunder road, son. Spread your wings and fly.”

“I’ve just made my husband listen to Kitty’s back in Rome… and now I’m fobbing him off with the studio version, just under the pretense of catching the differences, you know… Me thinks he’ll not think straight at the end of all this!”

“It’s 8am and already I’m saying Today also will end. That’s a bad feeling, just want to run away from everything and stay alone! I prepare for work, today is bad. I know this too shall pass, it always will, but sometimes it’s like being dead inside. Put my earphones on, switch on my Ipod, the music starts, the volume is high, I want to be completely isolated. I get on my bike, I start pedaling, off to my work place… Bruce is alive out there, the anxiety begins to unravel, maybe it will not be a bad day, maybe even something good could happen. I can do this!”

“I know, I’m probably tedious and dull, but I just can’t help it. Everytime I stop, I’m thinking about my son, and of when his Long walk home will begin. He’ll come back, right? Tomorrow it’ll be 16 months…more or less 920 since I’ve hugged him.”

“Today I have to hit the road with a collection of samples for some customers, traveling with my aunt who accidentally is also my partner. What do you think, do I fire off all Brisbane 2014 at the highest possible volume? That’s a way to travel, dont’ you think? And a good day to all of you people!”


Rewind the memories on Bryn Mawr (and great Ed Sciaky)


Great story from Tom Cunnigham.

Last week when I read a friend’s post about Ed Sciaky being gone for 11 years, it really was a knock upside the head. Forty years ago tonight, a classic Springsteen show — one of his greatest (and most-bootlegged) performances, featuring the premiere of “Thunder Road” (then known as “Wings for Wheels”) along with early versions of “Jungleland” and “Born to Run,” and the first-known cover of “Mountain of Love.” February 5, 1975, broadcast on Philadelphia’s WMMR and hosted by the late, great DJ Ed Sciaky.  Part of Ed’s well deserved legacy as a Philadelphia radio icon will always be tied in with Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band’s historic show at the Main Point in Bryn Mawr.
I had no idea about said show/broadcast. I was away at school and no one had bothered to invent streaming radio station audio and or texting or any such stuff at that point, so who knew. I discovered that show on a crappy sounding bootleg album later that summer, happily upgrading at least three times to various CD sets over the years.
As a baby disc jockey, it was a treat to cross paths with Ed, and even more fun to get to know him and to talk Bruce with him.
When I began doing the Bruce Brunch on 105.7 The Hawk in December 2003, Ed called, and he was naturally curious about what I was up to. He was still doing his Sunday night Bruce show on WMGK and was, of course, cheesed that I was doing a two hour program, and he ‘only’ had a one hour show. A month and a half after that, he would be gone.
The cassettes that you see here were a gift from Ed to me in 1994. When he found out we were moving to LA, he called and during the course of the conversation said that he wanted to do something cool as a parting gift, but couldn’t come up with any ideas. It took two seconds to for me come up with something—my request was that he make me a cassette copy of whatever original recording that he had on tape of the Main Point show. Naturally, he groused and said I probably had the show on CD in much better quality and blah blah blah…all of which I agreed with—then I gave him my address and told him I’d be on the lookout for the tapes.
It goes without saying, but I’ll be listening to the show on these today.

Bryn Mawr

Tonight we got style


Last night I was surfing YouTube videos and ran into two songs that played together are really outstanding in my personal preference scale. Meeting across the river running into Jungleland, Madison Square Garden, June 2000. It was a pre-digital video recording, a pre-digital era. Still, fantastic audio, and images that anyway managed to express the beauty and warmth of the songs.

You know, maybe it’s just the memory. Maybe it’s just because a week after that video I would have landed in America for my first, incredible time in New York City, to be at the MSG myself. Even now after all these years, I can clearly remember all the arena shouting together DOWN IN JUN…GLE…LAND at the first refrain. There in that moment I understood how some songs really belong to their hometown, where they were born. And Clarence’s saxophone solo right there to bring everyone and everything away. Danny on the organ accordion, the E Street still complete. THE band.

June 2000, college graduation still fresh in my hands, life opened in front of me with an infinite series of possibilities, old roads to leave, new roads to travel. Pre-digital era, and maybe yes, it’s just the memory.

But I think that thanks to Eddie with his need for a ride and to the Rat gunned down by his own dreams, some bands will always explode into rock’n’roll.





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.