I know it’s crazy to fly half way around the earth to see a Bruce Springsteen concert. I know that. I know I have seen him countless times. I know that. My life, my choices. Here is my Bruce history.
Back to the ‘Origins’ post…Maura had introduced me to some of Bruce’s first albums, and we would listen to them in her upstairs bedroom over and over. I bought the album Born To Run and listened intently, and read those lyrics on the album cover. Bruce is a poet. As an artist, he chose music to express himself as best he could to the rest of us who would stop and listen.
My first Bruce Springsteen concert was in October 1980. So I was 14 years old, I think in 8th grade at Seneca in Penn Hills, PA. Maura’s brother, Danny, had gotten tickets for Bruce’s River tour. I was invited. I said yes – and I don’t really recall asking my parents, but I may have 🙂 Ticket was $10.
So I think of this as if it was today’s world. Would I let a 14 year old and her best friend along with her older brother and 5 of his older friends go to a concert in the Civic Arena in downtown Pittsburgh?? Who knows. Who cares – it happened the way it was supposed to happen then. Danny & Maura picked me up in Danny’s convertible, top was down. I do recall picking up Danny’s girlfriend (?) I think, then heading downtown. Now that is a Springsteen song. Late October driving to the big town in a convertible with the top down. The stage was set there, little did any of us know it at that time.
Get to our seats – we’re about 3 rows from the top of the Civic Arena, all 8 of us lined up in our row waiting in a smoked-filled dome. The concert starts and we’re on our feet. We were on our feet for the next 3+ hours, singing, dancing, yelling, and I was hooked. No – I did not know all the songs like everyone else did. No – I did not smoke the pot that was being passed and offered (Marlene – true story). I do remember the actual songs, the actual sold-out crowd feeling all as one, the fun, the sore throat afterward, the ride home with the top still down in that convertible, and it has never left me. I was a true Bruce Springsteen ‘tramp’ from that moment on.
I had been to other concerts previously, I believe Jackson Browne may have been my first big concert in the Civic Arena in Pittsburgh. I had been to other shows – kudos to my mom for taking us kids at very young ages to shows like ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’ and the like. Kudos to my dad who always drove or picked us up at the concerts – no matter what time or how much traffic we got stuck in. And let’s not forget the many a weekend to Ches-A-Rina!! our roller skating heaven across the river.
But Bruce was different. He set the stage for me, to gauge all other concerts by. Most others failed. I soon realized there was no one like him live in concert. I remember going to see ‘The Police’ shortly after Bruce and telling my friend Carolyn all about how much fun we’re gonna have, how long we’ll be there – and it was a total bust. Sting and the boys came out for an hour and half, just stood there, did their ‘job’ and done. Bow Wow Wow opened for them and really all I remember was their big song ‘I want Candy’. Total letdown.
But Bruce would be back. And so would I. – PJS out