NIGHT (#2)

Night to open can usually be taken as a sign of good things to come. Last night was no exception. The first three songs last night were stellar. They rock, they are familiar for the most part and they certainly have that WOW factor. Gypsy Biker is no less rocking but not as familiar so not everyone is totally locked in on that song. I am however. This is a stellar performance from both Bruce and Steve. The song is angry, it’s mournful, it’s loaded with guitar. It has been a real highlight of every show for me so far.

But the story last night came in one song. One note really. After Patti’s little number, Bruce came toward the back of the stage (where I was seated once again) and he changed guitars. The stage was dark but I could still see Bruce in the shadows when he pointed to Roy and the lone spot light on the stage shone down on his piano keys. I held my breath. I knew what was coming and time stood still for me for a moment. One note was all it took. It was far more emotion than I was ready to handle at that particular moment.

When I went grocery shopping today I smelled a pear and I was transported back to the house grew up in, back to my Catholic school days, back to cool, crisp autumns of my past. Last night that one note took me to the other side of the world and connected me to an old friend. It always has, it always will. Not sure any more if that’s a good or bad thing.

I don’t know what the deal was last night. If it was a “Philly Special” we were experiencing or if Bruce knew of the problems of the previous night and was trying to make up for it. Either way, in the end everybody wins!




Tailgate highlight-a call from Ireland


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