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Saturday, June 6, 2009

WOB: The Boss

Whatever you did last night, it sucked compared to my night. Bruce freaking Springsteen.

I was more excited for the show than anything I can remember, partly because of Joe Posnanski writing about how much he loves them. Partly because a buddy told me that I have to see him play. Have to. {His middle name is Bruce, after the Boss, so there's a slight bias.} But I was scared that I wouldn't like it as much as I should. I enjoy his music, but wasn't going in a fan. I probably shouldn't worry about stupid things such as if Bruce and E-Street were going to put on a show. They can jam.

How good were the tickets? Decent.

My thoughts on Bruce are completely unintelligible. I respect people who are good at what they do, but I rarely get starstruck. Now? I want to have his baby. I want him to have my baby. {I don't know how that works, but I'll raise El Bossito.} Bruce turned me into a little school girl, and I hate him for it. But I'm strangely alright with it because how can you not love a guy strutting around with a goofy shit-eating underbite grin that little boys have when they get caught with their hand in the cookie jar? The entire show, I felt privileged to see 13 friends and insanely talented musicians dicking around and having a good time, loving each other, the music they're playing.

Now for the kicker that will really make you hate me? I'm going to watch them again Sunday with my own bemused smile full of wonder when contemplating how damn lucky I am.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Watched the sox get smoked on tv last night...Yep, your night might have been better.