Ok, I’m officially back from the brink of death. I don’t know what I had, but it hit me like a Mack truck. While I was laying on the floor (practically dying) on Sunday I was so afraid I wouldn’t be better in time for the BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN concert we went to last Wednesday! Luckily, that wasn’t the case.
We went with our good friends, Ryan and Liz.
But wait, you might be wondering about the title of this post. Bruce went on a bit late (like, an hour late), so we had some time to kill in the stands. The very chatty woman sitting behind us started tapping me on the shoulder (insistently) and said “Oh my God! You look just like Princess Kate!”
At which point, all four of us turned around to see what the heck was going on. My stalker continued to exclaim over the (perceived) resemblance, until she noticed Liz and started comparing her to Pippa, Kate’s sister. At this point, her entire party joined in talking about my eyes, my hair, how similar Liz and I looked, etc. And then Scott joined the fray and was compared to Prince Harry! Then she started yelling and asking where Prince William was! Sorry, Ryan, I guess you don’t look like a balding Brit. 🙂 I’d count that as a win.
It was a bit of a show, in and of itself. It got to the point that she asked to have her picture taken with me and “Prince Harry”.
I wish I was kidding. Here we are with our adoring public.
At least we had someone we could ask to take our group photo!
Me and my Prince (the non-feline one).
And finally, the main attraction. Nothing but the man, the music and a spotlight. And a whole lot of amazing musicians.
That is what I love about Bruce – the E Street Band. A Bruce concert is never just about him. He’s the star for sure. The man has energy for days and criss-crosses that stage like it’s, well – his job. But it’s a family affair. He knows the level of talent he has up there with him and makes sure to showcase it.
I had chills half the night because of the solos. Don’t even get me started on the amazing – and huge – horn section. And the piano and violin were both absolutely beautiful. And the back up singers! Pure gospel and soul. My favorite.
Bruce is never to be outdone, of course. He’s all about interacting with the fans. He took requests from posters in the crowd, brought people up on stage to dance with him (or their preferred band member) and went for his classic move of crowd surfing. There were some “interesting” jumbo screen shots, if you catch my drift.
I think I’ve already proven in this post that I’m a big Bruce fan. And I’m married to an even bigger fan. So it was a sad time in our little family when the Big Man, Clarence Clemons, passed away in 2011. I think all Bruce fans have some sort of story about why they love Bruce and the band, and I’m no exception. My story has to do with Clarence.
The last time we saw Bruce in concert in late 2010, Clarence wasn’t doing very well. He sat on a stool throughout the concert but was as amazing as ever on his tenor sax. At the end of the concert, the rest of the band walked off the stage, but Clarence wasn’t able to do the stairs and had to take a small elevator/lift. It broke my heart to watch. But Bruce stayed on stage with him and rode the elevator down with him, just chatting the whole time like nothing was out of the ordinary. It touched my heart and was, in my opinion, a testament to their friendship and the type of guy Bruce is.
The empty spotlight was for the Big Man.
Bruce totally made up for starting an hour late by playing for four hours. No one could say we didn’t get our money’s worth. We talked about all of the songs we wanted on the car ride to the concert and he hit almost every single one.
The hour long encore was by far the best part. We fist pumped, did our best Courtney Cox “Dancing in the Dark” impressions, and got to see a chill-inducing Clarence Montage smack dab in the middle of “Tenth Avenue Freeze Out”. After every song in the encore, I thought, “Now I can leave happy…no wait, NOW I can leave happy!”
And then there were fireworks!!! And then I REALLY could leave happy.
My tired legs, feet and throat were NOT happy the next morning, but it was totally worth it! BRUUUUUUCE!