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October 21, 2008



And I thought Palin was scary! ;-) LOL, you could have been Courteney Cox!


Of all the great armies of rock fans, few can match the devotion of Bruce Springsteen's. Anyone who has experienced Springsteen in concert will testify that the bond between audience and artist transcends the usual adulation. Something magical, almost mystical happens. Some might describe it as spiritual-most definitely it is life affirming. It is in trying to nail this phenomenon that the beautiful hardbound book 'For You' was launched.
Edited by Lawrence Kirsch and replete with an amazing welter of outstanding photographs, it's a mind-blowing collection of thoughts and stories from fans of every age and many nations, each explaining why Springsteen occupies such an important place in our hearts. Covering all four decades of Springsteen's career it is possibly the ultimate tribute for it is the fans who have made the journey and whose words tell us as much about them as they do about Springsteen. The warmth and humanity that flows from every page is truly moving and provides a beacon of hope from which we can all draw strength in these hard times.


I don't know if Danette is out there, but I can corroborate that the suburban bedroom wall of photos was something to behold! I even saw the college version, but wasn't it more of a traveling exhibit?


Wow. Just, just. Wow. I am impressed.

I slept outside plenty of times for tickets to plenty of concerts (Kinks, Genesis...), and even spent a night outside the Moorestown (NJ) Mall to get to the Born in the USA tour when it hit Philly. Tickets for the two scheduled shows ran out about 10 minutes before we hit the front of the line.

A third show was added about an hour after we left.


I'm with you. As I was in high school that day, my mother stood in line for me at the Ticketron in Norwich (I think you might have to check your records about what the outfit was called ... don't think it was Ticketmaster until well after the tour you slept out for, which I'll bet was "The River") for that Hartford show to no avail, as the danged thing sold out. My mom lived in Jersey most of her life and the people in line with her apparently loved her stories of Highway 9 and Asbury Park's heydays. She had a great time, but no show for me until 1984.

I was/am such a fan that when I was past my early Sept. due date with my little guy in 2004, I was hoping he would hold out until Sept. 23, Bruce's birthday. Not quite ... he was born the 22nd. I don't feel like such a whackadoodle after reading your story. :)


AH ha ha ha!!! Shushing modestly indeed. *tear*

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