- To my surprise I found Manchester a lovely city. If we only had more time …
- It often rains in Manchester. As in all the places I have been on this tour.
- The special buses to the stadium were wonderful – once we had found them.
- Rain driven by wind is even wetter than rain falling straight down.
- is large and imposing and quite beautiful. Even if you are no football fan.
- What was called the box office in Sunderland, was here called something else. (Can’t remember – but we found it in the end.)
- You only feel it’s real when you have that ticket in your hand.
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- Dreams can really come true.
- Reality can be even better than the dream.
- I could look forward to the shows like a child, something that I have lost long ago. And I was not disappointed.
- Bruce Springsteen gives his all for his audiences. Every time.
- I can handle a day of fourteen hours.
- Also when eleven of those are spent on my feet.
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Will be back home next week.
I have so much to say!
What I can say in the minute I have now, is that Bruce has delivered.
As he always seems to do.
Also that I was in the pit and I coped very well.
Also that he is very beautiful up close.
I saw a gentle spirit and a big heart.
And it made me very happy.
PS. Photo proudly taken by myself (Sunderland).
One of the reasons for this has to do with the lack of opportunity to really immerse myself in the music, as I have become used to.
At home Bruce’s music has become integrated into my whole life. I usually go to bed with either The Promise or 18 Tracks, I work on The Rising, BTR, Darkness, The River. For some reason I often have Backstreets on repeat while I am hurriedly preparing to go out. I daily work out on any of the live concert DVD’s.
For others this looks like obsession. For me it has become a way to help me handle life.
My family – although I love them dearly – are not fans. On the trip there has been only opportunity for short indulgences into Springsteen music. There was no privacy and no me time.
After two weeks I have realized that the music is loosing its power for me, because I do not absorb enough of it. I even started to find it difficult to remember why I REALLY am on this trip.
The tour is over and we are stationed in Edinburgh at the moment. Today’s Bruce Brunch on The Hawk helped a lot to make me feel part of the Springsteen community again.
The dream is alive again. And Sunderland is drawing near. 🙂
While I am enjoying a great trip through Ireland with my family, I sorely miss my home routine, which includes a lot of Springsteen when nobody is around to complain about the volume.
This just makes me realize again what a great role his work has come to play in my day to day life.
All of it in a positive way.
Springsteen time is me time.
It is time to lift the spirit.
It is time to exercise.
It is time to dance. (I am no great dancer.)
It is time to fight depression by doing the above.
It is time to dream impossible dreams.
And to believe they can come true.
Luckily my little MP3 player is with me, although it is not the same.
And Sunderland and Manchester are drawing near … 🙂