The price is high, but that’s ok, thank you, Bruce #BruceSpringsteen


Dear Bruce, you gave me beautiful emotions first with your words and music, and then with your shows. I passed my passion along to my kids, who are now in their teens. Since they had the age to understand I brought them to your concerts, and we rejoiced when the news broke about you coming back this year with the mighty E Street Band.

The tickets prices are really overwhelming, and still, I want to thank you. Because I had to say to my kids: No, I’m sorry, but we really can’t afford the GA section. We’ll go in the upper sections, and even so, we’ll have to make some sacrifices in other things, to go there. If they are mature enough to understand your songs, they are big enough to learn the value of turning down some things in life to achieve other possibilities, and this is indeed a fundamental lesson in their lives. In a way, I’m hoping that learning to make ends meet to still follow some of your dreams will make them understand the priority of true values, in their lives.

So we have the tickets for the upper section of your concert, and we are so happy. We don’t go to the show to touch you, venerate you and try to take pictures of you: we come to your concert to celebrate life and music, to have fun together, both with you and our family, and it will not bother me that you’ll be a little dot far away, well, not so much, anyway. Because, in any case, we are used to be in the upper sections in many moments of our lives, let alone at a rock concert!

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!