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TORONTO - SEPTEMBER 12: Bruce Springsteen attends the "Western Stars" premiere during the 2019 Toronto International Film Festival at Roy Thomson Hall on September 12, 2019 in Toronto, Canada. (Photo by George Pimentel/Getty Images)
Taken during Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band's amazing show at Rogers Arena in Vancouver, BC on November 26, 2012.
The Rising Tour Review - this one says it all
"There are good gigs, there are great gigs and there are Bruce Springsteen gigs. Whenever I witness one of Bruce's live appearances, everything else I have ever seen seems like the work of rank amateurs; all other shows pale into insignificance compared with the epic, dramatic, operatic performances of this extraordinary man".
"And that, I guess is the big secret behind Bruce's enduring appeal: he doesn't look as though he means every word he's singing and every note he's playing - he really does mean every word and every note he's playing.
It comes directly from his heart, and he has the biggest, openest, burstingest heart in rock music"
Taken during Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band's amazing show at Rogers Arena in Vancouver, BC on November 26, 2012.
Taken during Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band's amazing show at Rogers Arena in Vancouver, BC on November 26, 2012.
Tracklist:
02. Easy Money
06. This Depression
07. Wrecking Ball
08. You’ve Got It
09. Rocky Ground
11. We Are Alive
Releasedate: march 6.
Saturday 15th June
9.45pm
-Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, Wembley Stadium-
Wow.
Hectic journey to the train station due to some freak weather (a thunderstorm close by; a lot of rain, and enough hail on the roads to make it feel like January again due to the ice...) but all was calm once we were on the train with Jonny. A man near us was wearing a Wrecking Ball t-shirt - the first flutters of anticipation began to pulse through me ahead of this evening: Bruce Springsteen's concert at Wembley Stadium. As we passed the Olympic Park I was fondly reminded of the events of last summer, particularly day fifty-nine - can it really be almost a year since London 2012? It doesn't feel that long at all - until I start considering what has taken place since then.
We ate lunch at Liverpool Street and then sat on the tube to Uxbridge, timing how long our journey to Wembley later was likely to take. Took a bus and then walked to the marina, where I finally met Jonny's boat, Camelot; he had kindly offered that we spend the night aboard her. She is truly stunning.
The weather wasn't ideal, but we took Camelot out for a brief cruise anyway. All was fine until we reached the end of our journey, when the rain really began to pour. We took shelter until it calmed and made our way to the bus stop beneath blue skies. Said goodbye to Jonny, and started to get excited. Spotted more fans in Springsteen tops - but this was nothing compared with the immense crowd we joined outside the Stadium. When we caught sight of the queue for the pitch we were suddenly glad we hadn't bought standing tickets, and made our way up towards the seated entrances having spent nearly all our money on t-shirts and a programme for ourselves.
You know you're going to be high up when you have to take three escalators to reach your seats. We were on the highest tier(level five) and 29 rows up. It took a little time to adjust to the height but we soon realised the seats weren't bad at all - though we were incredibly envious of those trickling into the Golden Circle, who would be close enough to touch the Boss. Bought the World's Most Expensive water bottles (and weren't allowed to have the lids) and settled to wait, watching the already enormous crowd below continue to grow, and the seats around us begin to fill. We ended up on a row full of middle-aged women, and laughed at the fact that most of the people our age were here with their parents.
It was about 7.20pm when we heard the first tingling sounds of the harmonica, and though the stadium was not yet filled the crowd was roaring; Wembley echoed with the low cry of "Bruuuuuuce!"
I can't possibly give you an account of the entire gig - I'll leave that to the Backstreets blog - but naturally there were many highlights, which I have detailed here, on my blog.
We left the Stadium in a bit of a daze, joining huge crowds heading to the underground. Before we could climb the steps to the station, we were stopped by police and security. It was very effective crowd control, and a guy with a megaphone entertained us by starting Mexican waves; I, meanwhile, admired the police horses.
Once we were on our train it was simply a matter of waiting to the end of the line. We managed to exit our train and board a bus within the space of about a minute, somewhat impressively, and Jonny met us at the bus stop (well, he was a little late, and actually sprinted down the road towards us). We made our way back to Camelot, raving about the evening and, eventually, settled to bed in our new Springsteen tops, the smell of Jonny's apple crumble wafting through the lilting narrowboat lulling us to sleep, with Bruce ringing in our ears.
Hands down, the best concert - and one of the best nights - of my life.
Bruce Springsteen's Facebook fan page features a picture of him in front of an Airstream.
Update: No longer on the front page, but this photo is still available in the photos.
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