Like authors and painters, musicians leave behind bodies of work that can be appreciated forever after their deaths. They used to be called records. Now they're called stolen MP3 files. Unlike their creative cohorts, though, musicians can only fully be appreciated in a live venue, at the peak of their relevance. That is why I couldn't wait to see my first Bruce Springsteen concert.
Is Bruce at his most relevant point of his career? Few would argue that he is. Though less than one year removed from being a TIME magazine cover boy, catching Springsteen now is not like seeing him live in 1975, when he adorned both the cover of TIME and Newsweek in the same week. But I remember a band I did see at Giants Stadium at the height of its rock prominence, Guns 'n' Roses. That was in 1991, when they headlined for Metallica. The entire audience waited over two hours for a set change and it was far from worth it. Bruce Springsteen could have kicked their ass 12 years earlier and I know he kicked their ass 12 years later.
Friday's July 18 show fittingly started with Who'll Stop the Rain?, a CCR classic that made it unexpectedly into the set list as a heavy downpour, accompanied by lightning, soaked all 55,000 white people in attendance, except for unlucky few who were seated deep within the lower level and mezzanine sections. The first half of the show was dominated by songs off The Rising, a 9/11-influenced album that does not lend itself to stadium rock, aside from Mary's Place, which has always been my favorite track off the record. The Rising and My City of Ruins (written about Asbury Park, not New York) are two of my favorites, too. His version of the former before an MTV awards show and the latter during the ultra-somber Tribute to Heroes Sept. 21, 2001 telethon were, to me, two all-time TV music performances. Jersey shore cheeseball who can't sing? Not sure who you're talking about.
(The only unfortunate sighting was a drunk guy pulling a drunk chick into the aisle to sway to a slow-song with cupped hands in that white-man-trying-to-get-laid-at-a-wedding way. The song was Empty Sky, an obvious reference to NYC's altered skyline.)
The second half of the show was dominated by Bruce classics American rock 'n' roll, cooked to perfection and even a three-hour show couldn't fit 'em all. No Thunder Road, no Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out. I didn't have much voice left anyway, even if the 53-year-old on stage did.
Maybe we'll get to hear them when I return on July 27, as the 550,000-tickets-sold Giants Stadium leg of the tour rolls on.
nice! my bosses went on friday and said it blew them away - in fact now i have to take my one boss back to see him tomorrow night!!! i can't wait! tuesday i was on the floor - tomorrow i will be in the 300 level, but i don't care - it's just hearing him play live and hearing what he says before the songs that really sends chills down my spine...
Posted by erin at July 21, 2003 12:09 AM