Come On Up for the Egging

One Springsteen fan’s reaction to the Boss not playing a show in his hometown of Winnipeg:

All frustrated Winnipeggers are urged to come out on the evening of April 16th when Bruce’s equipment trucks roll through town without stopping. After much consideration, we are opting NOT to forcibly stop the trucks and hijack the equipment, returning the gear only when Bruce shows up himself to get it and play a free open-air concert. We’re Canadians. We’re nicer than that. Rather, we will simply be venting our frustration at the equipment vehicles in a slightly less didactic way. We will egg the trucks.

He eggs because he loves! Full text of his announcement here. News coverage here.

Surreal

I have never seen pocket watches melt in the desert, but Monday night I experienced the surreal. Because suddenly in the middle of a blowing, chilly wasteland, there were guitars. They were loud and brawling to hold this stage, this scene together. Heaving down on one side of them were drums and a booming saxophone. Lifitng up on the other side and smoothing with desperation were a piano, an organ and violin. The tumult, the synesthetic stew demanded, where does it end and where does it begin again? Struggling for an answer, the guitars dripped sweat. I swear I saw it.

Somewhere on the edges of this appearance, there may have been more passive things. T-shirts and beer for sale on the horizontal rim and wealthy-containing boxes running way up the vertical. I have been told too that there were 20,000 other people in the general vicinity. I do not call such a statement a lie, but I cannot claim to have seen them. When one is the front row of a Bruce Springsteen concert, the world condenses and dramatically increases in speed. I can claim nothing for the experience except the experiencing.

Continued….

Bruce, Pinsky, Fark

Speaking of Jesuits, a recent Luckytown Digest had a good post about a Springsteen-fan Jesuit at Fordham University. Scroll down to the “bruce in church” e-mail to read it. There were a few interesting, 9/11-related follow-ups in the subsequent digest as well.

Speaking of September 11, some for-a-time-lost bookmarks deserve mention. First, way back in early September this year, former U.S. Poet Laureate Robert Pinsky wrote a thoughtful piece for Slate about poetry and the terror attacks. The article doesn’t rush to judgment, but instead arrives there after travelling through a few poems. I give Pinsky a lot of respect because he seems to understand the world both as a poet and as an average, verse-disinclined human being. Plus, I saw him dance once. (He could groove.)

For a far less poetic but more immediate look at reaction to the attacks, read this archive from Fark.com. The site’s content is varied almost to the point of indescription; its community and moderators post links throughout each day to interesting news articles and Web pages. (Note to the easily offended: Some aren’t appropriate but most are.)

Fark also has a comments area for each link, and that’s where the archive is most amazing. Scroll through the comments, starting with the earliest one. You can almost see the streams of information passing by and tightening into history.

Two years ago

The St. Louis trip. I’ll write my memories once I have my diploma safely in hand. In the words of the hobo, “Bruce Springsteen, huh? He’s an all right guy.”

It was a great time. But this year, in the last couple days, some of my weblogging NU buddies and other folks have been noting how they and everyone else seems depressed. Maybe. It’s been raining a lot.

But you can’t let the clouds get to you. Because every cloud has a silver lining. Because the sun will come out tomorrow. Because somewhere there’s rock and roll, and a world with rock and roll can’t be that bad.