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Complex Numbers #547834 added November 8, 2007 at 8:33pm
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After The Rising came out in 2002, I missed out on tickets again. Tickets for Bruce shows, as I might have mentioned, can be difficult to get. Before the Internet, they tended to sell out in a matter of minutes; having Ticketmaster online only sped up the sellout.
And then the local rock station DJ said he'd give away two tickets to the Richmond show to the first caller who could identify the five songs whose opening bars he would play.
It's as if the contest had my name written all over it.
Funny thing, though, what excitement will do. He didn't play openings to songs like Hungry Heart or Born to Run or Pink Cadillac. It's been five years now, so I don't remember exactly which ones they were, but they were songs that rarely if ever got airplay, even on the album rock stations. Things like The Promised Land and Two Hearts. Things that only a true Bruce fan would know. And I missed one.
I was completely devastated. What could that one be? I replayed the opening bars in my head, tried to continue and recreate the lyrics, but it kept morphing into something it wasn't. Something with a similar beat and guitar riff.
Meanwhile, I knew other people were calling in. Other people who would, if I didn't calm down really soon and let the music come to me, would end up with my damn tickets.
And then I got it: I remembered the one song.
I called back - and there still wasn't a winner! I gushed out all five songs, in order, in fast forward speed, unable to contain my excitement, forgetting that people would be listening. People I knew.
The DJ paused on the phone, trying to decipher my high-speed babbling, then, "Yes! You're a winner!"
I think you could hear my "WHOOHOO!" all the way to Richmond.
The actual concert wasn't until March of 2003. They turned out to be seats in the upper section of the Coliseum, in front near the stage, with an awesome view. I took Kirstin, of course.
Now, what a lot of people don't know (which, of course, I do) is that while Bruce is most associated with the Jersey Shore, in the early days he had a massive cult following in another place: Richmond, Virginia. So this show was not only the first time I'd seen Bruce in almost 20 years, but was something of a homecoming for him. A lot of the older folks in the crowd had seen him 'way back then, playing in clubs with Steel Mill, his first band. And towards the end of the set, when Bruce called out former Steel Mill partner Robbin Thompson, and noted Virginian Bruce Hornsby, the crowd went fucking nuts.
As a side note, I was marginally involved in the start of Bruce Hornsby's career. His brother, John Hornsby, was a law student at UVA and a lyricist on the first album. I was trying to do some album photography for them, but they ended up using a shot by Robert Llewellyn instead. John asked me once whether I thought it should be "Bruce Hornsby," "The Range," or "Bruce Hornsby and the Range." I told him that "Bruce Hornsby and the Range" was a lot like "Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band," and that worked, so they should go with that. I was also the first person to write a review of their first album when it came out. Unfortunately for my budding career in the music industry, I wrote an honest review, and they never talked to me again.
But back to the Richmond show. Aside from the guy next to us, who was not only The Drunk Guy (there's always one near you at a concert) but also The Guy With The Cell Phone (which I wanted to grab and throw off the balcony, except that would have gotten me ejected), the concert was so full of awesome that I vowed, there and then, that I would never again miss a nearby Springsteen concert if I could find tickets at all.
I've kept that vow, but details will have to wait.
Oh yeah - it was around the time I won the tickets that my wife and I got married. It was the perfect way to start out a marriage. I think my life was on hold for a long time, and when this concert came along, well, I felt I was finally on my way.
Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure
Don't make much for tragedy
But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin
And can't stand the company
Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself
And turn his heart to stone
Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I'm comin' home
These are better days baby
There's better days shining through
These are better days
Better days with a girl like you |
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