Rock'n'Rest Cure
Nov. 16th, 2007 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauraanne_gilmanThrough sheer stubbornness, I managed to get healthy enough to drive up to Albany last night to see Bruce with my sister Sue.
Man oh man oh man.
First of all, never have I been in a stadium with such lax (that is to say, no) security. We walked in without so much as a look into our bags or a pat-down, and went straight to our seats without anyone checking tickets past the entrance. Which was sad because I had to keep checking our tickets myself to make sure we were in the right place. Yep, my ticket mojo kicked in again -- straight dead front and center of the stage. Okay, the entire GA pit was between us and the stage, but it was a clean, even line of sight. No need for jumbotronic screens, no distortion of sound, just...gorgeous.
*dies dead away of squee*
And the concert? The concert kicked ass. They opened hot and got hotter. We got "Sandy" and "E Street Shuffle." And a version of "Thunder Road" that healed any last remnants of my cold. And a band that (even lacking Patti, who was on "emergency leave") was totally smokin'. Shows like that just make me think "maybe I can get one more show in under the budget..." Alas, with Other Stuff going on in my life, three may be it. But never say "done" to the Bruce fanatic.
Radio Nowhere
No Surrender
Lonesome Day
Gypsy Biker
Magic
Reason to Believe
Darkness on the Edge of Town
Candy's Room (note: I've decided I really want to hear Melissa Etheridge cover this song)
She's the One
Livin' in the Future
The Promised Land
I'll Work For Your Love
4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
E Street Shuffle
Devil's Arcade
The Rising
Last to Die
Long Walk Home
Badlands
* * *
Girls in Their Summer Clothes
Thunder Road
Born to Run
Dancing in the Dark
American Land
And it might be coincidence or not, but nowhere else have I seen not one but three individuals escorted out of the general admission area at three different times -- in one case, with the guy's feet not touching the floor as he was hauled out. Thanksfully, everyone gave those bozos the attention they deserved, which is to say none, and the show went on uninterupted. And I didn't see any EMT activity, which is always good.
After, a quick drive through darkened wilds to my sister's place, where I spent quality time with Kobe the Wonder Burmese/Face-hugger and a feathertop bed, going to bed to the sound of the creek rushing outside, and waking at the crack of, oh, 8ish. A huge and wonderful breakfast down the street at the local cafe, watching snowflakes coast down out of the otherwise clear sky, catching up on Life with my sister, and then I took the scenic route home. It was, honestly, like driving through an endless living gallery of the best of the Hudson School of painting. Hills of golds and reds and evergreens over glimpses of lakes and rivers, all with that glorious Hudson River region lighting. I kept the radio off the entire time, and just felt the colors fill the car.
*contented sigh* I may not be back on the pony yet, but he's saddled and waiting.
Man oh man oh man.
First of all, never have I been in a stadium with such lax (that is to say, no) security. We walked in without so much as a look into our bags or a pat-down, and went straight to our seats without anyone checking tickets past the entrance. Which was sad because I had to keep checking our tickets myself to make sure we were in the right place. Yep, my ticket mojo kicked in again -- straight dead front and center of the stage. Okay, the entire GA pit was between us and the stage, but it was a clean, even line of sight. No need for jumbotronic screens, no distortion of sound, just...gorgeous.
*dies dead away of squee*
And the concert? The concert kicked ass. They opened hot and got hotter. We got "Sandy" and "E Street Shuffle." And a version of "Thunder Road" that healed any last remnants of my cold. And a band that (even lacking Patti, who was on "emergency leave") was totally smokin'. Shows like that just make me think "maybe I can get one more show in under the budget..." Alas, with Other Stuff going on in my life, three may be it. But never say "done" to the Bruce fanatic.
Radio Nowhere
No Surrender
Lonesome Day
Gypsy Biker
Magic
Reason to Believe
Darkness on the Edge of Town
Candy's Room (note: I've decided I really want to hear Melissa Etheridge cover this song)
She's the One
Livin' in the Future
The Promised Land
I'll Work For Your Love
4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
E Street Shuffle
Devil's Arcade
The Rising
Last to Die
Long Walk Home
Badlands
* * *
Girls in Their Summer Clothes
Thunder Road
Born to Run
Dancing in the Dark
American Land
And it might be coincidence or not, but nowhere else have I seen not one but three individuals escorted out of the general admission area at three different times -- in one case, with the guy's feet not touching the floor as he was hauled out. Thanksfully, everyone gave those bozos the attention they deserved, which is to say none, and the show went on uninterupted. And I didn't see any EMT activity, which is always good.
After, a quick drive through darkened wilds to my sister's place, where I spent quality time with Kobe the Wonder Burmese/Face-hugger and a feathertop bed, going to bed to the sound of the creek rushing outside, and waking at the crack of, oh, 8ish. A huge and wonderful breakfast down the street at the local cafe, watching snowflakes coast down out of the otherwise clear sky, catching up on Life with my sister, and then I took the scenic route home. It was, honestly, like driving through an endless living gallery of the best of the Hudson School of painting. Hills of golds and reds and evergreens over glimpses of lakes and rivers, all with that glorious Hudson River region lighting. I kept the radio off the entire time, and just felt the colors fill the car.
*contented sigh* I may not be back on the pony yet, but he's saddled and waiting.
