Springsteen? WTF!

Normally, I’m not the biggest Springsteen fan. I figure he hasn’t really rocked since ‘92, and everything before that is just getting old. A free ticket is a free ticket, though, and when my friend Joe called me Saturday night to tell me three people had backed out on him so far, I thought I should probably just go. It was a tour with the Seeger Sessions band, anyway, so even with Bruce Springsteen on stage, I figured he wouldn’t just be “The Boss.” (This, by the way, seemed to upset a rather disagreeable fellow in a Harley shirt who was standing behind Joe and me yelling, “Seventies, Bruce! That’s what made you!”) My hunch was confirmed immediately by the band taking the stage to the sounds of “Down to the River to Pray” from the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack. With the set list leaning heavily toward the Seeger songs, the music was at times spiritual, inspirational, and just good. I was pleasantly surprised to enjoy myself.

Actually, my masochistic indie soul is just seething inside that I didn’t get an opportunity to complain about suffering through another washed-up rocker old enough to be my dad. Shucks.

Also, my apartment is so clean right now. It is weird. The party never really got to crazy levels, so there wasn’t much to clean up except the snacks on the dining room table. There is still some leftover booze in the little fridge, so I almost feel like throwing another party already, and this time really inviting people. W00t. Thanks to everyone who came. It was cool to see some people from Ames again, and my friend, Amy, from Chicago was even there. Next time, I’ll give you all a little more notice. Like 8 days instead of just a week.