Finest DVD of all time. And then amplified x1000 when you're drunk!

Free thread.

1/25/2008 11:02:06 PM

BORN IN THE USA

1/25/2008 11:02:35 PM

^ one of his weakest albums

1/25/2008 11:05:56 PM

Is this the Beatles guy?

1/25/2008 11:07:20 PM

HOW DARE YOU!

The Beatles have nothing on Bruce.

1/25/2008 11:09:02 PM

except talent

1/25/2008 11:11:54 PM

^

LOL

1/25/2008 11:14:54 PM

There is a moment. It occurs just after Danny and Roy have taken the stage. After Max and Nils take their warposts. After Garry and Little Steven have equipped their instruments of battle. After Patti and Soozie have laid their boots 'cross that stage. After the Big Man Clarence Clemons struts to his epic saxophone rack.

Then it happens. The man with the shredded, graveled voice and the lower overbite can be seen in the stage tunnel, and the crowd reaches a fever pitch that on one occasion in 1985 gave need for the hospitalization of an audience member.

BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE!!!!!!

And then comes the pinnacle of that moment - that man screams the countoff that will rip your soul from your body and send it hurling through the oblivion of personal exploration and celebration for the next three and a half hours. It's pain and wonderment all at once. You know it's going to happen, and at this point there is nothing you can do about it. Or would ever want to.

The peaks of the crescendos seem to strike him like an invisible demon, his very will being tested by the questions posed by the lyrics. He falls back, sweat streaming everywhere around, but rebounds to rebel with a blistering guitar solo.

And there is no moment like that anywhere else or at any other time in this universe.

1/25/2008 11:15:36 PM

i thought this was going to show Bob Dylan circa 1966.

1/25/2008 11:44:57 PM

Dylan's excellent. Springsteen is perfect.

1/25/2008 11:45:35 PM

I thought this thread was about me.

1/25/2008 11:46:00 PM

yeah have you heard that latest bruce single?

1/25/2008 11:47:36 PM

With every iteration of the opening four bars of Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out, you realize more and more just how much he's got you in the palm of his hand. That four bar melody is not major or minor, but somewhere lost in between - just like you are. An hour ago, he pulled you down as low and as dark as you could go, and ever since then, he's been raising you back up, but slowly enough so that you can see how you've grown along the way.

At last, he jumps down off the piano and cues the greatest band in the history of mankind to kick into the first verse of the song. The twenty minute long version of a three minute song that features the most excellent band introduction shtick ever.

You resolve to catch your breath...somehow. Because the goddamn concert is only half over when any other artist would call it a night.

1/25/2008 11:48:38 PM

well since u put it that way...

1/25/2008 11:53:14 PM

You mean Radio Nowhere? Certainly flawed, you're right (though the rest of the album is freakin genius)

But hey man ,when you're drunk, lotsa stuff becomes perfect......

1/25/2008 11:56:53 PM