Last night was the big Bruce Springsteen show I'd been waiting for since December. Yes, I am that much of a dork. I was a little apprehensive about bringing the boyfriend along, because he's not a huge fan and I worried he might inhibit my exuberance. Not a chance.
The Springsteen crowd is not a cool one by any stretch. They are aggressively normal—a similar demographic to what you might find the Paramus Park Mall. This, after having lived in Williamsburg for the past 14 years, is both refreshing and a tad disorienting. There were moms in stretch pants, many concertgoers were rocking business casual and pretty much anyone who was drinking was imbibing in a sensible reduced calorie beverage—Bud Lite or Coors Lite—the choice was yours. When a woman sitting near us lit up a joint, several people turned to stare at her in horror.
The highlight of the night for me was hearing him play "Because the Night." The lowlight, an overly long, "Mary's Place." The coolest thing was that he took requests from the audience and played them. Damn. Who does that at an arena song? Those shows are usually planned down to the chord change. One song they did, "Held Up Without a Gun," they'd only performed live twice before—and one of those times was in 1980 (coincidentally, the first year I saw Springsteen).
At the end of the show he was joined onstage by his daughter Jessica and some of her friends and also Jesse Malin! Aww. I knew Jesse back when he was only a huge fan and now he's singing onstage with him! Though I barely know him anymore, I'm really happy for Jesse's success. He deserves it.