No surrender? Not always a good idea …

As I am listening to the tracker from Gothenburg, Sweden, I can gladly announce that I have surrendered … 🙂

For a painful month I have tried to persuade myself that I have seen two Springsteen shows in my life, that it was a great, great blessing – and that it was enough.

It was a terrible month. (I must add that other factors attributed to Continue reading

A knee-jerk reaction

The dictionary describes the term a knee-jerk reaction as a very predictable reaction, without thinking.

In some way this was true for my reaction when I stumbled upon the tracker for the Springsteen show in Oslo a few days ago. Except that my reaction was not predictable in any way. But without thinking it certainly was.

Or maybe it was predictable. Maybe it was just me who did not Continue reading

When the dream turns around and bites you in the back (or maybe the butt)

Yes, I am very much for dreaming.

I have been doing it my whole life long.

But only much later in life I started dreaming with a purpose.

Yes, I can publish a short story in a magazine. And many more.

Yes, I can publish a romance novel. And many more.

Yes, I can publish a romantic novel. And a few more.

Yes, I can decide to see Bruce Springsteen if he tours again.

And I can do it. And experience a level of Continue reading

Manchester (continued)

About ten days have passed and I seem to have lost the essence of the show experience. I find it difficult to remember detail about any of the songs. As dearly as I would have loved to catch time in my hands and hold it, to hang on to the essence of the experience, I could not do it. It is over. It is gone. I will have to find a way to deal with the sense of loss that threatens to overwhelm me at the moment.

But I can see myself very clearly on both nights. In Sunderland in the pit, absolutely overwhelmed by the mass of people pressed around me (have read that somebody said he has Continue reading