My sis and I agree. This was our 10th Bruce concert. We scaled the heights, we reached the pinnacle of Springsteen mountain, and there's no place to go but down from here on in.
I don't even know what to say about seeing Bruce in New Jersey. It's Bruce! At home! In his own backyard. It was unlike any other Springsteen concert I'd been to.
We were in the very last row at the top of Giants Stadium. That is so high up! The place was full. There were 50,000 people and it still felt like a house party. The cement stadium was shaking and the stadium lights were swaying just a bit. That takes a lot of dancing feet. It was humid and sweltering hot.
He opened with Ain't No Cure for the Summertime Blues, then straight into 10th Ave. Freeze Out, and he did not stop for 3 and a quarter hours. Probably the longest show of his I've ever seen. He ended with Rosalita. I'm sure by then some people were crying. It was a show for people like us; people who remember the old songs off the first two albums. Ancient history!
Bruce plucked a sign out of the audience. It was a request for Incident on 57th Street and it said "for your old bald fans". He liked that.
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whoa!
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