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So , I went to see Bruce Springsteen in New Jersey last nite. Talk about preaching to the converted, the entire arena hung on every word sang and note played. As expected, it was a great show and a whole lot of fun. The band is tight, Bruce is still Bruce and the beer flowed all night long. More details of the show can be found here.
We got lucky. A business associate is friends with the publisher of a very well known music magazine and they are doing a cover story on Springsteen. As a result, they had all access passes. We were still in traffic trying to get to the show when my buddy got a text message "where are you guys, I'm with Bruce". Well, we didn't get there in time to meet Bruce. However, we were able to upgrade our tickets from behind stage nosebleeds to 15th row, right off the floor in the first section. So that worked very nicely.
Plus, Bruce is nice enough to let his wife sing a song... I think it was called "Piss Break". Maybe not, but that's what I did during the song!
Here's one for you philosophers... the line for Guinness and Bass was non existent. Yet the line for Coors Lite was 20 deep. What the heck is wrong with people? Why would anyone drink crappy beer when they could drink Guinness (for the same price!). Fukkin Jersey-ites!
Anyway, hungover to hell this morning. My wife told me that I smell like alcohol and mold (and this was after I showered!).
When I am this hurt, I like to ease into the day with the smooth sounds of Black Flag. Here's your chance too!