What a night. We got home at 3:45 this morning. I've seen 32 junctions of the M6 in one night! I can confirm that the first sign of the dawn appears at 2.09 and the sunrise starts at 3.17. It's been a great weekend so far. Had a lovely meal out at a place called Le Mistral in Sherwood with son and his girlfriend. Son's girlfriend then sent us on our way to Birmingham with a late full English breakfast that would have fed an army! She's introduced us to Sainsburys garlicky sausages ( apparently that is their name) I now need them in my life.
And then came Bruce. 2 hours 55 minutes of awesomeness. No breaks, very little talking but so much interaction with the crowd. (side note: I know it isn't a high bar but Villa Park's ladies loos are the best I've ever used at a football ground.) Back to Bruce. It was surprisingly emotional. I actually cried when he came on stage and opened with No Surrender (if I don't opt for bag and burn when I snuff it that is one of my funeral choices
) It was an emotional event. There seemed to be an air of this is the last time. When he did talk it was reflective looking back. At one point he said something like when you are 15 everything is over the horizon and then suddenly there are so many yesterdays under the bridge.
I've said on here many times for me, songs are all about the lyrics. Possibly because my emotions are still a bit fragile, some of his songs really resonated. More tears. I'll See You In My Dreams and Letter To You especially. The E Street Band were as fabulous as ever. The crowd were unreal( it is like being in a cult
) and he sang The River. What more can a girl want! Here's some pics Bruce, Nils Lofgren and for Sopranos fans, Silvio Dante doing the day job!
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