Saturday, October 3, 2009

Friday Night at the Trestles

Last night at Giants Stadium was simply extraordinary. The weather gods smiled upon us for most of evening so that the predicted but not hoped for rain that dominated the forecast did not make its initial appearance until the main set was close to its conclusion. And when it came, it started its participation in the show during The Rising, a track whose emotional impact does not need any filler but which was nevertheless ratcheted up a notch or two.

The "seating" gods smiled upon us as well. Margaret and I were there with Lynne and Suzanne enjoying a nice, relaxing pre-show tailgate (at which Gracie and Joe made a special guest appearance) until shortly before 7:00 p.m. When we wandered over to Gate B for entry onto the field we were surprised - pleasantly so to be sure - that we were given wristbands and watched the show from the Pit. We were probably not more than 50 - 75 feet from the stage.

Last night was the night when Springsteen and his cohorts played the Darkness on the Edge of Town album in its entirety as part of the set list. It was phenomenal. The highlight for yours truly was the masterful performance of Racing in the Street. Springsteen's voice was strong and passionate. Roy Bittan's piano was gorgeous. Last night, "Racing" was an onion. By the time it was over, there was not a dry eye to be seen in our immediate vicinity.

At the end of the performance of the Darkess album, Springsteen introduced a portion of the band. Garry Tallent, Max Weinberg, Roy Bittan, Steve Van Zandt and the Big Man all joined him front and center. Bruce told the crowd that these were the guys who had made that music with him. He did not forget Danny Federici either. He simply made the Phantom's introduction into this particular pantheon of musical heroes the final one. I wondered what the six of them were thinking - all lined up together side by side. I wonder if sometimes it seems that the thirty years or so since they made that album has flown by for them. I wonder as well if it feels to them at times as if it was thirty lifetimes and not thirty years since they made it - for all that has happened since.

I wondered if the thought occurred to any of them, which thought occurred to me last night during the final bow. That is, Margaret and I are going tonight and again next Friday. This tour shall wrap approximately six weeks later - in Buffalo, New York. I do not have tickets for any shows after next Friday night's final GS gig. So, last night as I watched the band line up across the front of the stage for a final bow - including in their number the core group that has been taking these bows with one another for the better part of the past thirty-five to forty years - I wondered whether the bow I see them take next Friday will be the final one I see them take together.

Time waits for no one after all. Not even on E Street.


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