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Back home after three shows in the States (and boy, what a show in Philly!). I think that for the first time in years Bruce is managing a tour with great ideas, and soul. I know there’s some criticism by fans regarding his choice of proposing a “backward” tour, giving that a series of The river shows have already occurred in 1980 and 1981. But for me, this is a great tour: I think Bruce has chosen the idea of giving a new life to the present and improving it, instead of trying to re-live the past: so the entire The river set has been rehearsed, studied and thought up. The songs are beautifully arranged, the choirs very well chosen, and the Band always delivers, both in the rock rides and the intimate ballads. And having him there explaining what he tried to do in writing an album like The River, and presenting some songs talking to us like he didn’t do in a long time, well, for me that was beautiful. The river is one of the three albums of my life, and it has been a true privilege to have the chance to see it in its entirety not once but three times.

I’m not entirely convinced about the second set of the concert, where he plays 10/12 songs – mostly the same – show after show. But I have to admit that I see no other possible solution other than playing them like he does, or closing the show after Wreck on the highway (that, I admit, would be in any case a fantastic show). Ok, maybe he has lost some spontaneity during the years, that’s probably true. But it’s the entire The river album we’re talking about, what’s to complain about spontaneity? it’s the river, say amen somebody!

Lorenza

Bruce Springsteen is America

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In 2012 I attended Bruce’s show at Citizen Bank Ballpark, Philadelphia. I barely listened to the new albums, because some bands are just meant to be experienced live.

From the moment Bruce and his crew pulled up in their vans in the baseball stadium and he speaked his first words, “My people!” I was in awe.

The baseball stadium was full, but it felt like we were in his backyard. Bruce has the ability to make a large crowd feel like close friends. And we all were. In the many concerts I’ve been to, the thing I hate most is the crowds. The people sucking face in front of you, the stupid girls jumping up in the air, the guys who growl unwittingly into the air after too many beers. Usually, a concert is the kind of thing that makes me go into survival mode. But the Bruce Springsteen crowd was full of nice people in all shapes, ages and sizes who just wanted to admire and have fun. He showed us not only a good time, but that he could outlast us all.

The Boss is at retirement age, but he’s built. And stylish. And maybe even better looking than he was in previous decades. He and the band played the first few songs with the stadium lights at full blast, and then the stadium darkened for some of his newer work. While he had a lot of fun singing his old songs—hits like “Hungry Heart” and “Badlands”—it was the newer songs that seemed to pull at him emotionally and represent where he is right now. Then there was his little speech on ghosts, the ones he sees everywhere that remind him of who he was, where he was, what’s missing and what still remains.

Bruce Springsteen is poet and preacher, performer and brooder, colonel and lover. He leads that band through the trenches of an almost four-hour concert and doesn’t seem to need to come up for air. He doesn’t even seem to need a bathroom break.

I was tired from standing for two hours, but I don’t think Bruce Springsteen ever wants to stop playing music.

I’m getting all sentimental and idealistic and romantic. I’m thinking things like, Bruce Sprinsteen is America. Bruce Springsteen is my childhood, he’s where I come from, he’s my people.

His voice—filled with equal measure of strength and ache—brings me right back to sitting in the backseat of my parents’ car when I was seven and they sang along to the story about Crazy Janey and her birthday song.

That’s the thing about music. It cuts right to your soul so that when you hear the familiar strings, you’re weightless and timeless, the very person you were when you first heard it. And the artist who brings that to you is a magic-maker.

Not only does Bruce Springsteen seem to represent the very definition of the American man, but he’s a magician whose art is on the cusp of hubris, managing to step back just in time before going over the edge. “Are you hot? Are you having fun? Are you tired? Are you feeling a little uncomfortable? Well, that’s rock-n-roll, baby!”