Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Tramps like us, baby we were born to run

So after watching The 25th Anniversary Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (all 4 hours of it) on Sunday, I have become determined to save up, despite the austerity, for Bruce Springsteen and the E street band tickets. I must.

I actually prefer general admission tickets than front row ones. I mean, yeah in front row you get a seat and in GA you'll be standing, but at least you can get to be right in front of the stage! I rather stand for hours right in front of Bruce than to have front row seats feet away from him. What are the chances of little ol' me actually getting to touch Bruce Springsteen? For the sake of my sanity, I must try. So even though the band is on hiatus, I've got ticketmaster alerts already set when they come back. Which gives me enough time to save up. I had someone ask me why I would pay hundreds to see a 60-year-old man sing and play the guitar. Umm, did she not hear me say it's BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!?

Digressing a little, it might be just my mind chilling in the gutter but, I keep seeing that before the last verse on "Born to Run" Bruce always gets close to the stage and lets people touch the neck of his guitar (3:12). If there's no real meaning behind it, then it may just be an accidental sexual innuendo. I mean, the way people reach out to touch his, ahem, guitar. Which happens to be an instrument that is so close to his groin. There's ecstasy in knowing you are touching Bruce's guitar, and seeing him standing over you, looking down on you. That, together with the cacophony in the stadium, it's just downright hypnotic.


I want to like his wife, I really do. But in my deranged dreams, it feels like she's standing in the way of my happiness. Between Ahab and his whale. Yeah, right. That's what keeps me from finding happily ever after with Bruce, his wife. Not the fact that he doesn't know I exist ;P

Speaking of the concert: Stevie Wonder; Smokey Robinson; Simon and Garfunkel; BB King; crosby, stills and nash...one would think they are way past their prime, but damn! BB King is 82 and has more dexterity in his fingers than any 20, 30-something year old. I just hope God keeps him alive until I have a chance to see him too.

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