There's Still Magic in the Night

It was December 3 1975, and my brother Jimmy had just celebrated his 22nd birthday.  He and a friend were about to use a birthday gift he received from that friend: a pair of concert tickets for an up and coming rocker named Bruce Springsteen.  That night at the Music Hall, the screen door slammed in the opening notes of Thunder Road, and Mary's dress would sway/wave and light the collective fuse of a musical and bonding movement for my family and friends that would cross five decades.

The 26-year-old musician from Freehold, New Jersey, had just released his third album, an LP entitled Born to Run.  (The anniversary release date of that album, just coincidentally, was wedged between Springsteen's latest two local shows this week - August 25th).  What followed was a kinetic musical explosion still hallowed till this day, one that didn't end that night until a Quarter to Three.

Jimmy and his friend were lucky enough to witness that show, and five years later in December, 1980, he would take his 16-year-old brother in tow to yet another brothers concert outing - following on the heels of my first live concerts, David Bowie, Queen and the Who.  Those Springsteen shows in the Boston Garden and in Providence, R.I. would notch my first live Springsteen pilgrimages.

Four years later, on July 27, 1984 at Saratoga Springs, New York, the Bruce-net would widen, and several of my elementary and high school buddies would take their first live drink of Bruce Kool-Aid, as Bruce and friends slid into a cover of Credence Clearwater Revival's Who'll Stop the Rain to console the soaked masses huddled together in the New York downpour.

Eight years later, a Meadowlands concert would play host to my bachelor party, details of which cannot be revealed within this blog.

Flash forward to 2023, that same group has continued to expand in its numbers one by one by one, with more friends, spouses, and eventually, our children, joining the followers.  (Like the E Street Band, we've sadly lost some of those friends along the way, but they remain with us as a proverbial Spirit in the Night whenever the opening chords are struck during the live performances.)

Collectively, our immediate circle has attended more than five hundred shows in various combinations, checking out Springsteen performances not just across the United States, but overseas as well.

And this week, we indoctrinated two more first-timers into the experience that has shaped our musical lives, a live concert with Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.

I'm proud to stand alongside our two newest live show converts - my beautiful daughter Heather and her fiance Ryan Fandl, a bonafide transplant from somewhere in the Swamps of Jersey.

Andrew, a longtime acolyte who's attended nearly two dozen Bruce shows with me since his first on May 27th, 2006 at the tender age of 12, gives his seal of approval to one of our new attendees.

A concert at Gillette Stadium in Foxboro always affords us the opportunity for a gathering of friends, family, folklore and urban legend reminiscing at a mandatory tailgate party, complete, of course with a vat of Scott's Top 10 Chili (Trademark, me)

This particular night, we had a healthy representation of E Streeter testosterone in attendance

Thankfully, we were kept grounded by our better halves

And for ye humble writer, the first time in 43 years of Springsteen shows where I had the entirety of my six-pack of a growing family able to attend a Bruce show with me.

Let's dispense with the feedbag and get over to Gillette, where we needed to disperse throughout the stadium into our respective seats.  One last group shot before we parted ways.

Inside Gillette, it was No Retreat, No Surrender as soon as Bruce and the E Street Band stepped onto the stage.

A light rain that fell during She's the One and the Rising created some effectively mood lighting and particularly enhanced the latter of those songs.

Anyone who has attended live Springsteen show knows how physically and emotionally draining his shows can be, both for him, but also for those watching the tapestry of songs.  Past outings usually run 3-4 hours long, marathon outings that set the bar for pulse-pounding rapid fire successions of literally hundreds of different songs that have marked the various stages of Springsteen's career.  (Our last Bruce show at Gillette in 2016  officially clocked in over four hours as the second-longest show of his career, though our on-scene stopwatches actually marked it as the longest.)

A couple of sidebars to emphasize the gravity of me getting to experience my daughter's first Bruce Show. Heather was born five days after I met Bruce at show at the Lowell Memorial Auditorium.  (Special props to her mom for not letting her water break prematurely so I could attend said show.)

Part two: More than two decades ago, when I would drive Heather and Andrew to school in the early mornings, indeed, when Heather was only three and still in a car seat, in between Disney movie soundtracks, they were subjected to me usually listening to Springsteen music on CDs or the radio.

In Heather's case, it allowed her to learn and belt out angelic and melodious front-to-back lyrics for Springsteen classics such as Born to Run, My City of Ruins, and her guaranteed go-to, Thunder Road.

Fast forward to 2023, the night was busting open and I was able to take another ride down Thunder Road, belting out those lyrics alongside Heather, now a grown woman.

A core memory that I will take with me the rest of my days.

What has changed in recent years - which not everyone would agree has been a positive evolution, is the addition of tens of thousands of cell phone cameras that allow concert-goers to document their personal sojourns through the shows.

While not all view the multimedia inclusion as a positive thing, it does allow everyone to help chronicle their personal concert experience, and in many cases, especially when the lights go up, document the mania and sheer joy of experiencing these shows together with friends and family. 

Moments such as these, with Katie and Jackie (and now Ryan) sticking with us for better or for worse:

Finally, the encores kick in as the unofficial/official anthem for E Street Nation, Born to Run, roars in  on that 1-2-3-4 countdown, and the boundless euphoria takes over and the collective 60,000 fans unite as one in their shared experience of a runaway American Dream.

For this version of Scooter and the Big Man, it's a glorious zenith of energy and jubilance as we unleash our personal dreams and visions on a highway jammed with broken heroes.

And just like that, just shy of three hours, the last chords are struck and the Last Man Standing closes out the evening with a reminder that it's never really quite the end.

I'll see you in my dreams

When all our summers have come to an end

I'll see you in my dreams

We'll meet and live and laugh again

I'll see you in my dreams

Yeah, up around the river bend

For death is not the end

And I'll see you in my dreams

If you're still reading up to this point, thanks for coming along on this sojourn with all of us.

Welcome to the newest members of E Street Nation, as well as the ones who have not yet been indoctrinated into our musical crusade.

And yeah, as Bruce would say, and Heather and I would reinforce in our father-daughter duet - maybe we ain't that young anymore, but show a little faith.

There still is Magic in the Night.

A Memorable Marathon Weekend

April in Massachusetts, specifically Patriots Day Weekend in Massachusetts, which also means it's another Boston Marathon Weekend in Massachusetts, and that means there's a lot to celebrate, reflect on, and offer up a boatload of gratitude for, because we're all still healthy and together, and able to enjoy the experience.

This year's Marathon festivities carried with them an added emphasis on the gratitude and reflection points, as it marked the 10 year anniversary of when the Boylston Street Finish Line of the race was attacked by a pair of cowards who tried to strike terror at the heart of Boston celebratory institution.

The somber deference to the event was palpable as you walked along the pedestrian-only Boylston Street on Saturday.  And the Dick's Sporting Goods sign that loomed over the Finish Line really captured the resilience of a running nation, along with all of their supporters, friends and family members.

Running Boston does, truly, Change You.

Never more so than on Monday, April 15, 2013, a few minutes shy of 3 p.m. when several members of the E Streeters - more than half a dozen of us - had just logged mileage as part of the 26.2 mile course when the first bomb went off.  It was Andrew's first marathon, making it feel even more impactful.  All of our family members, who were watching us all finish from various nearby locations, all thankfully escaped injury, due to a series of not-so-small miracles.

So this year, Andrew and I, along with  many others, felt we needed to make the trek in to the final stretch along Boylston Street to pay our respects and reflect back on that unforgettable April 2013 Monday.

It started, as if often does, with an invigorating run around Boston proper, paying our running respects, to among other locales, Arthur Fiedler's bust, the half-shell, the Longfellow Bridge, the Museum of Science, and the Boston Common.

The running done, we connected with Katie, who was logging her own miles around Boston, just missing the mega-crowds at the BAA 5K nearby.

To say we invested a tad in the local economy would be an understatement, but we were more than happy to support some of the sports businesses in the blocks that surround the Finish Line.

Even though we weren't running this year ourselves, it's always a fun experience to wander through the Expo at the Hynes Convention Center, and who was there to greet us coming off the escalator?

37-Boston-Marathons-In-A-Row himself, Scott Graham!

Back out on Boylston Street, we stopped for some quick pics
at the most historic finish line in running lore.

From there, we paid our respects at the two sites of the explosions, each of them adorned with daffodils and flanked by members of the Boston Fire Department Honor Guard.

The ceremony to commemorate the anniversary of the attacks was a few minutes away, but we were able to connect with one of the men who became the face of leadership for the city of Boston and law enforcement everywhere during the crisis, then-Boston Police Commissioner Ed Davis.

Ed, as regular readers of this blog knows, is a colleague from way back in the days when ye blogger was a cub newspaper reporter, and later the Communications Director for the Lowell Police Department when Davis was Superintendent.

Davis emerged as the voice of calm for his community, pledging all of the resources of law enforcement to find the terrorists and bring them to justice, along with state and federal law enforcement agencies.  His calm, intentional leadership earned him accolades nationwide, and propelled him into the spotlight during one of the most intense manhunts in our nation's history.

On this gorgeous Saturday afternoon, after meeting with families whose lives were touched by the tragedy, Davis stood outside the Boston Public Library speaking with a steady stream of Bostonians and beyond who wanted to thank him for his leadership during the crisis.

Finally, on Marathon Monday itself - a rainy outing this April - Jack, myself and Andrew joined with Heather and her friends Tom and Lauren to cheer runners on along the course, in this case, at Mile 23 in Brookline.
Once again, Andrew and I logged a few miles of our own before the leaders came past.  No crowds for our run, but that would change in just a short while.

Our own mileage recorded, we got in place on both sides of Beacon Street to lend our voices to the cacophony of cheers supporting the runners.

Here's the eventual women's winner passing by

Former champ Des Linden, who didn't notch a win this day, still looked in terrific form as she bulleted past Heather, Tom and Lauren.

Jack, Andrew and I were even able to squeeze a frat party into our busy day!

A short while later, Big Zee himself, Boston Bruin Zdeno Chara roared past, standing head and shoulders above his fellow runners.

A little further up the road, at Mile 20, Chris, Brianne, and their four girls cheered runners on.

Mark your calendars - there's Boston Marathons a-plenty awaiting this crew of young ladies when they hit the 18-years-of-age mark.  Guaranteed.

Special congrats to this year's featured runner, Gina Spaziani, who continues to log her marathon miles to support local charities, managing a smile all along the way.

That's a wrap for this year's edition of Boston Marathon chronicling.

One member of the family has already committed to running the vaunted race in 2024.  Remains to be seen who else will join him.

If you're still reading up to this point, and aren't tired of hearing the seemingly-endless ramblings from a fan of the Boston Marathon, I'd just like to thank all of the family and friends who have made these Marathon weekends so memorable going all the way back to the early 1990s.

Among the E Streeters collective, we're run this race literally dozens of times.  Our family members have been there leapfrogging all along the course to cheer us on in all types of weather, and supporting us in the arduous winter training periods filled with long-run weekends.

But over those decades, we've bonded over running as an indefatigable and loyal band of brothers and sisters, and for those of us who were there on that unforgettable Monday afternoon a decade ago when the Boston Strong mantra earned its moniker, it's made us truly appreciate the good fortune that allows us to maintain our health and keep running these crazy races.  There's more to come, no doubt, but a special thank you to everyone who's helped make all of the previous miles so memorable. 

And here's to the miles still to come.

An Unforgettable First Day of Spring(steen)

Count the band in, then kick into overdrive

By the end of the set we leave no one alive

Ghosts runnin' through the night

Our spirits filled with light

I need, need you by my side

Your love and I'm alive

After what feels like an overly extended Darkness on the Edge of Town, a weary and hungry E Street Nation this week made its return to the not-so Secret Garden in Boston to break free of our pandemic-induced withdrawal from the live concert experience that is the heart-stopping, pants-dropping, house-rocking, earth-quaking, booty-shaking, Viagra-taking, love-making LEGENDARY E STREET BAND, led of course, by their Boss in rank and name, Bruce Springsteen.

And let me tell you, after nearly seven years of not seeing the Boss and company have crowds nearing 20K eating from the palm of his hand, it was a desperately needed return to normalcy for an experience that has accompanied so many of us for decades, providing the background soundtrack of our lives.

My brother Jimmy first started seeing the Springsteen not long after his 1973 debut album, Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J., and indoctrinated me into E Street Nation by taking me to my first Bruce shows, in Providence, R.I., and the original Boston Garden.  

In the ensuing 40+ years, my friends, family and I have enjoyed live Springsteen in all of his iterations, numbering literally more than a thousand times collectively among us.

Along the way, we have been joined by multiple like-minded fans who have helped us write new chapters in the Book of Dreams that has chronicled our shared memories.  Sadly, we have also lost some members of that Band of Brothers.

Well now young faces grow sad and old

And hearts of fire grow cold

We swore blood brothers against the wind

I'm ready to grow young again

But this week, we reunited to celebrate the return of live performances, something we've been clamoring for ever since the cloak of COVID blanketed live concert opportunities more than three years ago.

And let me tell you, it was exhilarating to be back Out in the Street with the Boss.

A disclaimer: the pics to follow come from a variety of sources - me, Andrew, Katie, Marcia, Ken, and the interwebs.  Apologies for no cutline credit, but in the days where everyone in the crowd brandishes a hand-held camera, it's hard to keep track of what comes from where.

We gathered first, as we often do, to break bread in the North End.  We MAY have slipped a cannoli into our pre-game warmup.

We got our own roads to ride and chances we got to take

We stood side by side each one fighting for the other
And we said until we died we'd always be blood brothers

One of the additions that made this particular Bruce show so unforgettable was that it marked the first time Andrew's bride Katie experienced a live Springsteen concert.

She's had to endure the songs non-stop alongside her husband, but this would mark her first live show, and it would, inevitably, leave its mark upon her.

(Notice she's already working Springsteen tee-shirt swag, alongside her husband who's wearing my OG 1980 Springsteen long-sleeve tee.)

From the North End, it's over to the North Station for the Main Event.

(Though for some, an Italian dinner in the North End is a Main Event of its own.)

Ghosts runnin' through the night

Our spirits filled with light

I need, need you by my side

Your love and I'm alive

I turn up the volume, let the spirits be my guide

Meet you, brother and sister, on the other side

I'm alive, I can feel the blood shiver in my bones

I'm alive and I'm out here on my own

I'm alive and I'm comin' home

Yeah, I'm comin' home

From the opening notes of No Surrender straight into Ghosts, it was readily apparently the Magic was back.

Our collective E Streeters circle of friends was scattered throughout the Garden, but we were still united as kindred Spirits in the Night.  A special shoutout to Ken Gordon and Susan Strauss who scored standing spots in the pit

Cue rapid-fire live set show pics:

Historically, we've always been known to lose our voices singing/screaming along to the songs that fill the sometimes four-hour live Bruce shows.

This particular Boston night, I had already lost my voice before the encores, which featured so many of his anthemic songs.  Sadly, for me, happily for those around me, I had little to contribute to the noise level by the time Born to Run blew the roof off the Garden.

Well, there's another dance

All you gotta do is say yes

And if you're rough and ready for love

Honey, I'm tougher than the rest

Katie and Andrew spent most of the encore dancing, earning them praise from the concert-goers behind them who were swept up in their sheer jubilation.

Somewhere in this mass of humanity stands Ken and Susan, swarmed by a crush of fans who rushed the mid-floor runway during the Tenth Avenue Freezeout. 

Here they are here, center screen:

Despair not, the pair held their own and captured these epic shots:

So, a fun little aside:

Out there in the twitterverse, some fellow Bruce fans posted these random shots of Bruce and Nils riffing it out.

What makes them of particular note to regular readers of this blog is the guest appearances (above Bruce's head) of ye author, ye author's wife, ye author's son, and ye author's daughter-in-law.

Mike Wizowski would be proud of us.

(I zoomed in on them in case we don't stand out from the crowd)

If you're still with us up to this point, I'm hoping these pics helped capture some of the Glory Days of being back on the Backstreets with Bruce and friends, not to mention our own friends who've logged many a mile on our own Thunder Roads.

After sending the 17 members of his band off stage, Bruce broke out his acoustic guitar to end the night with a poignant solo version of I'll See You in My Dreams.

I'll see you in my dreams

When all the summers have come to an end

I'll see you in my dreams

We'll meet and live and love again

I'll see you in my dreams

Yeah, up around the river bend

For death is not the end

And I'll see you in my dreams

We still have multiple shows to absorb in the coming days, weeks and months of this tour, but man, does it feel good to be back.