Well, you don’t know where you’re goin’ now…


Going to a concert is always a good thing and it is always exciting if the music is good. Going to a Springsteen concert, however, is not quite the same thing, it is a different matter. Going to a Springsteen concert means “undressing” of your own cloths and put on new ones, turned inside out like if you’d be in a mixer till be unrecognizable and feel like a new person.

All kind of people go to a Bruce’s show: good ones, crazy ones, “normal” ones (what’s normal, anyway?). There are those who follow him just because it’s cool to say “I was there”, or just because it is a rock concert but they don’t even know what it is to be expected. There are those who follow him with absolute faith, others who perhaps doesn’t even know a word of his songs but were blinded by the light, there’s the fundamentalist who is behind him throughout the tour and knows every detail. There are those who go away five minutes before the event is over when I would not go, not even five minutes after it is finished, actually. I just want to sit there and hit the rewind button. But, you know, that is fair and fits almost everything, EXCEPT the ones who take an umbrella with them, sorry, you just can’t see that to a rock concert, come on. Are you kidding me?

I met wonderful people during my Bruce’s journey (which is going on since many years, and still counting), and it’s nice to meet friends, some of them became real good Bruce buds, and great brothers. It’s nice to be moved during the show, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. For me it happens at some concerts, not quite all, but some. There was this show on 2013, I had a total emotional block during Land Of Hope And dreams. I was singing out loud with a few tears here and there until those words “ …Faith will be rewarded …”, and a lump in my throat stopped me, I wasn’t able to say one more word, I tried to continue but I just could not stop crying.

The explanation, I think, is right in that sentence: “Faith Will Be Rewarded”. In my life somehow, some small reward I’ve received, some wish fulfilled. You gotta keep believing this, even when life throws you some bad ones. But I was there with my wife and beside me lots of friends, and that’s one of these “little” rewards that are indeed priceless.

Keep rocking you all!


Just get on board

Three moments of your life, three songs
No surrender.
Mid-Eighties, small town middle class borough, bourgeois living room, on the record player a vinyl of a new american rockstar, boosters cracking, volume at the maximum level.  Three kids dance in the room, jumping and screaming, one is standing on the couch, shoes and all, wielding a tennis racket as a guitar.
We learned more from a three-minute record than we ever learned in school. At the time I actually understood just “no surrender”, but for me even that was more than enough.
The river
Early Nineties, same small town and borough, saturday night. A car parked in the driveway of some friend’s house, a cassette playing in the stereo. There’s this “rock compilation” on, one is a slow song from that american rockstar, who is singing of how sometimes life slaps you in the face and you have to face it for real, not just dreaming it away.
For my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat. I’ll have to move shortly in the big city nearby, new work, new house, new life, and all this “new” that’s waiting for me in a way is scaring. But I still believe the future is a big dream and many possibilities.
Land of hope and dreams
Last years of the 2000 decade, a tenement in the City, studio apartment full of Ikea furniture. A hard decision to make, a real important job opportunity, an irrevocable one: if I take it,  I’ll have to turn my back to some people I call friends, and there’s no coming back from that.
It’s been days of thinking and indecisive thoughts. Then from the stereo that american rockstar, the same who made me jump with my shoes on mum’s precious couch, screams that Faith will be rewarded, and suddenly everything is crystal-clear.
The things you believe in always come first, in fact, they are the only thing that matters.