It Ain't No Sin To Be Glad You're Alive

I just got back from 13 hours in Boston--3 of those hours spent watching Bruce Springsteen from 100 feet away. Longtime readers of this blog may have gathered that I am a fan of the Bruce, the Springsteen, The Boss. While I feel slightly embarrassed at pontificating why I adore this artist and how seeing him perform is for me akin to what people must feel when they go to church, I will tell you this: After stumbling to bed at midnight, and getting SOME sleep, I got up this morning at 5:45am to catch a 6:30am bus back to New York so that I could go to work. A four hour trip turned into a 6 hour trip, where I was deprived of food and coffee (two things that are a big deal for me to miss), and now I have climbing migraine because I got these things too late. Was it worth it?

ABSOLUTELY.

He played "10th Avenue Freeze Out." He played "Born to Run" and "Badlands" and "Living in the Future" and "Sandy" and "DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN," for pete's sake! It was non stop mayhem! He spoke out against the war and the current policies and against the improsonment of hundreds of people without due process and he got some cheers, but he also got BOOED, but like the man said behind me, "PREACH IT!" And that's all Springsteen does anyway--he preaches and we, as his audience, stand up with our fists in the air and sing. If that isn't a beautiful thing I don't know what is.