I was 14 when I went to my first show on “The River” tour at Madison Square Garden. I could have died right there. Life had changed. Four years ago, while in labor for 42 hours with my son, he slipped out as “Promised Land” played on my iPod in the delivery room. Leo was born just as Bruce wailed, “Mister, I ain’t a boy, no, I’m a man…and I believe in the promised land.” NOTHING will come close to the emotion, the tears, the love this man’s music has shown me.
As I went to see him for the first time, there was only one song I desperately wanted to hear at the concert: Thunder Road. When the first few notes of the harmonica solo began, the fear that I would never get to hear it live disappeared and for a few minutes, I felt like the happiest fan in the world.
To the person who submitted the anon Munich confession - you have a fan. :)
- Admin
This May I’m going to see Bruce in Munich. As far as my partner knows, I’m only going because I love the music.
I was having a great day and then my mood completely reversed. I was in a sort of negative-mood free-fall until Bruce’s music caught me and set me right.
I hate Patti-bashing even more than Bruce-bashing.
I don’t feel alone when I listen to him and I don’t feel like a freak. It’s nice to feel that way.
I listen to Bruce Springsteen every single day. It doesn’t matter if I’m sad and need comfort or just so, so happy. There is a Springsteen song for every moment in life. When I hear his music I feel like I have finally come home and I love him just for giving me that feeling.
When I was little my dad sang “Born in the USA” to me as a lullaby. One time, when I was about four, I was at the grocery store with my mom. I was standing up in the cart, dancing my little butt off, singing about the “yellow man” at the top of my lungs. She got some weird looks but just went with it.
