Monday, October 08, 2007
Falling In Love Again
I've had more than enough out he spat
of this brainless nonsensical chit-chat
who was I to offer him any back-chat
storming to the door he put on his hat
and I guess that was that...
My once happy mood did then fall flat
I felt he was acting unfairly like a brat
in a flood of tears on the cozy sofa I sat
at my feet on a fluffy red woolen mat
empathetically sat my cat
(painting, drawing and poem by me...I've shown these before but thought I'd resurrect them!)
The "Boss" is back and it's "Magic"!
After five years, Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band re-united to create "Magic" and magic it is. Instantly recognisable, the energetic, musical genius of the E-Street Band is back where it belongs with the "Boss". Steve Van Zandt is obviously at home with his bandana on his head instead of his brylcreemed, bouffant hairdo of Silvio Dante in "The Sopranos". I guess now that "The Sopranos" has gone where all good shows go, Steve has more time for his guitar and mandolin. The unmistakable sounds of Clarence Clemons clearly demonstrate that the big man feels right at home back where he belongs with the band he joined way back in the northern summer of 1971.
Only last month, I purchased through Amazon the CD of "Born In the USA", to replace my well-worn LP and cassette. I thought it time. A few weeks prior to that acquisition, I got hold of the double CD "Live in Dublin-Bruce Springsteen with the Sessions Band" after viewing the special on TV. It blew me away, so I had to have the CD.
Having watched Springsteen being interviewed on "Sunrise" yesterday and this morning, I realised I was falling under his spell all over again. He may not be the most handsomest man in the world, but he's certainly up there in the sexy stakes as far as I'm concerned. He can put his boots under my bed any day or night and also roll up the sleeves of his shirts!
Back in the eighties, after Springsteen released and won the world over with his "Born In the USA" album, I went to see him perform live in Brisbane one Sunday night. There was absolutely no doubt how he achieved his title "The Boss". He had both the crowd and the E-Street Band in the palm of his hand. As is his habit, the concert went over-time, much to the delight of his audience of devotees. I doubt there was one amongst us who wanted to see the end of the show.
It rained heavily throughout the show, but the rain deterred neither performers or spectators. Nothing would, or could, dampen our spirits. At one stage, Springsteen strode down the central catwalk jutting out into the crowd of adoring followers and announced if they were prepared to stand out in the rain to see him, he and the band would play in the rain. He waved the band on and the "Big Man", Clarence Clemons, ran down along the wet catwalk, leading the charge, not missing a beat in his saxophone playing. I held my breath as did the rest of the crowd, I'm sure, expecting any moment to see those massive thighs of his crash down upon the stage. Fortunately, for him (and the stage) that didn't occur. And fortunately, for me, the seats I occupied were under cover, but I doubt I would have complained nor noticed if I'd been out in the rain. Springsteen was mesmerising. And after seeing him this morning, he still is!