Of course I started this a week ago and work commitments got in the way. I hate to keep apologizing for being late, but better late than never….and I will ultimately get them all done!
It’s always interesting to see an artist that your familiar with on back to back nights. And, since Bruce changes his set from night to night there are always the inevitable questions about how the show will differ. Night two was a somewhat different experience, but for a variety of reasons, not really having to do with the band or the performance.
For night two in LA, I went with one of my oldest friend’s (Dave and his wife Karen). I was really lucky that out of the four Bruce shows that I saw in April that I was accompanied by good friends to three of them. And, that does have an effect on how (at least for me) the performance comes across.
Night one in New Jersey was the most emotional show for me (and to me). It was my first show without Clarence and that empty spot at stage right hit me the hardest on that night.
Night two (which I still need to do a full review on) was with my friend Tere and a couple of work friends (Paul and Micah), it felt more celebratory and fun than the first night had. But, we’d also just wrapped a challenging work show of our own and I think were in a mood to celebrate. Like a lot of life, I think you do often get hat you’re looking for out of show, the first night I brought baggage, the second I brought a more relaxed attitude and had a more fun experience.
Night three, I’ve covered recently, but it was with a friend who has a long history of his own seeing Bruce. And with whom I often have some very deep philosophical discussions of work, politics, the economy, you name it. So, I ended up being a bit more analytical and also being in a bit of pain with trying to stand for 4+ hours on my bad knees….that was NOT a good idea on my part.
So, with all that I headed to the Sports Arena on Friday with Dave and Karen.
They arrived a little faster than I’d expected and we rushed out the door and onto the freeway. As we neared MLK off the 110 Fwy, I realized I’d left the tickets on my computer keyboard at home. UGH. We called Ticketmaster and sorted out with them canceling the tickets and picking up new ones at Will Call. We were laughing about how technology has affected our lives and how in the old days we’d have been making the long trek home. So, things were off a shaky. but not horrible start. We missed the drawing for pit wristbands by a few minutes. So, we walked over near USC to have dinner at a pizza place. When we got back, Dave bought a ticket for Karen (she’d joined us last minute).
I decided that I just couldn’t handle standing in GA again for a second night and went to the box office to see about ADA seating. Of course the box office is only set up to make you…(wait for it)….stand in a long line to see if you can get a seat because you can’t stand….(They could take a few tips from Coachella on that system).
However, things worked out okay when Dave was able to collar a fellow from the band who was helping sort out VIP tickets and he said he’d take care of getting me a seat. As good as his word, he came back a bit later to where I was leaning with a nice aisle Loge seat to exchange for my GA. It was really nice of him to handle it and gives me the feeling that the team supporting Bruce are a pretty nice group of folks.
Bruce was very late starting (almost 8:45), but it was a heck of a great show once again. Here’s the setlist:
I was much more comfortable than standing the night before. But, the music still carried the same impact and passion. This may have been the best balanced show of the four for me. Good friends, a comfortable seat with a good view…it was the full package.
“Prove it all night” into “Darkness on the edge of Town” was as brilliant as when I heard it in 1978. “Racing in the Street” had it’s wonderful solo by Roy while Charles did his best impression of Danny’s original organ parts that wove in and around the piano. From the Born in the USA album, “No Surrender” and “Bobby Jean” made somewhat surprising appearances into the set as well.
And those ghosts that I saw around me in NJ (sort of a movie of my life) back when I was alone on the very emotional first show without Clarence were still around me here in LA. But, I can recognize them now and have a better sense of why they exist.
We all carry them and we all bring them to life in different ways. Since music (and in specific Springsteen’s music) haas been such a constant for me since I was 18 years old. It makes sense that hearing those songs in a show that rather pointedly reflects on both loss and celebration would open those memories up and remind me of my personal losses and victories.
As we all age, things start to become a bit more limited and finite for us…we hope for another day, but we have no promises. So, we reflect, mourn, celebrate…and as always look to an uncertain future. I certainly hope that Bruce will be back in the fall and maybe I can see him again. But there are no guarantees in this life…so I have to keep my faith and hope, but allow it to still be tempered with experience and knowledge.
In the 34 years that I’ve watched Bruce, we’ve both grown older (and hopefully a bit wiser). We are touched by loss, and still thrilled by the things that give us joy. So, as he sang at at each show (and the core message that I’ve taken away from them)
“We’ve Been Traveling Over Rocky Ground”….but, make no mistake about it. “We Are Alive”.