I recently celebrated a milestone—my 30th anniversary, but not of my marriage, which is approaching 14 wonderful years. No, I’m reminiscing about my very first concert. Do you remember that exhilarating experience? The anticipation and thrill of seeing live music for the first time? If you attended a concert in the ’80s like I did, the ticket price you paid back then wouldn’t even cover a T-shirt today! Artists like U2, REM, Guns N’ Roses, and The Police were all the rage, alongside iconic figures like Michael Jackson and Madonna.
The band I saw was already a classic rock staple back then, and even though they were older than most of the acts I idolized, I couldn’t have asked for a better introduction to the world of rock ‘n’ roll.
“Guess what? I scored tickets to see Springsteen!”
“What? They were sold out, right?”
“They released more! My dad took me, and I managed to grab four. Want one?”
“How much?”
“Twenty bucks.”
“Uh…”
“Come on!”
A week later, I found myself seated high up in the 500 level of Philadelphia’s Veterans Stadium, right in what would have been the outfield for the Phillies. Little did I know, three hours later, I would emerge from that venue a transformed individual. The legends of Springsteen’s electrifying concerts were true. That August evening ignited my passion for everything related to Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. Their music became the soundtrack to my life, marking both the monumental and everyday moments.
Before that concert, my knowledge of Springsteen was limited to his hits and the ubiquitous “Born in the USA,” which I would crank up every time it played—only for my father to barge in with, “Could you turn that down?” It was never a question.
The day after the concert, my self-imposed quest to learn all things Bruce began. I needed to dive deeper. My brother’s 8-track of Born to Run became my obsession. By fall 1985, as I navigated 10th grade, I played it incessantly. I’d lie in bed, don my oversized headphones, and absorb every note, every lyric. When “Jungleland” faded away, I felt a rush of dreams about escape and triumph.
I devoured books and articles about Bruce. I listened to interviews, both old and new, uncovering his working-class roots, family struggles, and salvation through music. While all of this fascinated me, it was the music that truly connected me to him.
I sought out more of Bruce’s records and bootlegs, playing them on repeat until I knew each word by heart. This was long before Google made searching easy, and liner notes were scarce, but my determination rivaled that of any SAT study session! In his songs, I heard tales of chasing dreams, yearning for freedom, and empathy for the downtrodden.
That fall, I proudly wore my concert T-shirt to school, part of an unspoken tradition to flaunt your concert experience. I thought my newfound musical knowledge and experiences would elevate my social status. Like Bruce, I was the introverted type, but rather than picking up a guitar, I immersed myself in lyrics. With my focus on Bruce and the band, I felt like an extension of them. Who wouldn’t want to feel part of the E Street Band? Their camaraderie was palpable.
“We stood side by side, each one fightin’ for the other.”
Despite the joy those lyrics brought me, they didn’t do much for my cool factor. A few months after the concert, while working at a grocery store, I spotted a cute girl. Trying to impress her, I quoted a line from “Sandy.” She was less than impressed.
Fast forward to 2000—I was in a friend’s car when I heard “My City of Ruins” for the first time. It struck a chord deep within me, and I yearned to hear it again. When Bruce performed it during the 9/11 benefit concert, it resonated with my own thoughts as I watched events unfold on Fifth Avenue. Some moments and songs feel perfectly intertwined, don’t they?
Although my Springsteen obsession never transformed me into the coolest kid on the block, it ultimately helped me win over the love of my life. On a blind date, I found myself seated across from a shy woman who adored Springsteen. She even had a poster of him growing up! I listened intently as she shared her passion. When she finished, I simply said, “I like him too.” Fourteen months later, we were married, and our first dance as a couple was to “If I Should Fall Behind”—a beautiful Springsteen classic.
Since then, my wife and I have attended several concerts together, including one in 2003 when we were expecting our first child. Who knew that the thrill I felt at 15 would have such a lasting impact? Thank you, Bruce. Thank you, E Street Band.
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Summary:
Bruce Springsteen’s music has profoundly influenced my life, marking significant moments and shaping my identity. From my first concert to marrying the love of my life, his songs have been a constant source of inspiration and connection. As I reflected on my journey, it became clear how music can intertwine with our personal stories and relationships.
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