Libro de Bruce Springsteen

The Light in Darkness

208 páginas, papel alta calidad, más de 200 fotos. Edición limitada.
El autor del excelente libro “For You”, donde recopilaba cientos de historias contadas por fans de Springsteen junto a cientos de fantásticas fotos inéditas, ha vuelto a repetir, sólo que ahora superando el listón.
Su nuevo libro está ahora totalmente dedicado a la gira de 1978, de álbum Darkness on the Edge of Town, probablemente la mejor gira de Springsteen y de la historia del rock.

Para esta ocasión Lawrence ha compilado cientos de fotos inéditas de la gira, de muchos conciertos, junto a las historias más apasionantes contadas por los propios fans que asistieron a esos conciertos y tuvieron la suerte de vivirlo en primera persona. Un libro fascinante que nos transporta a una época memorable y ya irrepetible.

El anterior libro, For You, se agotó rapidamente. Nuevamente se trata de una edición limitada por lo cual recomendamos pedirlo ya ahora para asegurar tu copia.

Idioma del texto: Inglés.
Páginas: 208
Fotos: B/N y Color. Más de 200.
Tamaño: 22 x 30 cm.

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Fans Campaign to Get Bruce Springsteen to Christchurch, New Zealand

Christchurch fans are campaigning on Facebook to get Bruce Springsteen to perform a concert for the south.

Tickets for Springsteen’s March 2014 Auckland show with the E Street Band went on sale yesterday and sold out within an hour.

Speaking from Melbourne, Michael Gudinski, chairman of The Frontier Touring Company, said he was in negotiations for a second New Zealand concert.

But Mainland fans hope that, if a second concert is announced, they want to bring The Boss, 63, to Christchurch and they’ve taken to social media, determined to make it happen.

The Facebook page Come to Christchurch Bruce Springsteen currently has more than 10,300 likes.

Wendy Davie said she started the campaign after seeing Springsteen perform in Melbourne earlier this year.

“I went with my husband, I wasn’t a fan before then but I was well and truly converted,” she said.

At that concert, Davie said she was a “blubbering mess” when Springsteen performed My City in Ruins as she felt the song had special meaning for Christchurch.

When she heard Springsteen had announced a concert in Auckland she wanted him to perform the song in Christchurch as she believed it would be “uplifting” for quake-affected residents.

“I just thought I’d put something on Facebook to see if anyone else felt the same way and the response has been overwhelming,” she said.

Davie, who manages support services for the Cancer Society, said that she had been told her email asking Springsteen to perform in Christchurch had been passed on to Gudinski for his consideration.

“To me it seems as if people in Christchurch are feeling tired and don’t have much to look forward to. Even if this campaign doesn’t work, if it gives a few people a lift then it will have been worth it,” Davie said.

A spokesperson for Frontier Touring told The Press last week that there were “no plans for a South Island show at this stage”.

In 2010 a similar Facebook campaign to get Metallica to perform a Christchurch show was successful.

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Growin’ Up… with Bruce Springsteen

Growing up, I remember the wall of records in the living room of my house. There was this glass shelving that stretched the whole length of the wall bursting with my mom’s records – all her favorites from childhood that she had seen as a young teen at Alan Freed’s “Rock and Roll” shows in the city; Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis, Bo Diddley, The Everly Brothers. She also had a love of Broadway, country music and folk so I would hear Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Dolly Parton, Merle Haggard, David Allan Coe, The Oak Ridge Boys and every show tune you can imagine. Of course there was her collection of Elvis 45’s – he was her absolute favorite. And I can’t forget Tom Jones…

She also kept up with new records of the day so when she walked through the front door in June 1984 with a new record, it was nothing special. My big sister, Lauren, asked her, “Does daddy know you have that?!”, because of the picture of a man’s butt on the cover. When that album hit the turntable, this 7-year old tomboy stood transfixed over it, like I had never heard sound before. What I had never heard, though, was a voice like that. He sounded like your buddy next door’s cool older brother who would throw the ball around with you and sneak you rides on his motorcycle. Nothing fake, nothing fancy, nothing contrived. Just truth and passion. When the last song, My Hometown played, I was hooked for good. You see, my dad would sit me on his lap and let me steer the car, too (not a big old Buick but rather a big old Chevy station wagon… bright orange no less) I guess at the most basic level, it was connection. It was something special. I played that record so much that my parents bought me my own cassette tape of it so they wouldn’t have to hear it blaring through the house constantly.

Not long after that, my brother, sister and I were sent to rural Minnesota for the summer to stay with relatives. It was an unpleasant time for Josh, Lauren and me. I remember sitting on the floor between the bed and the wall, shutting my eyes, listening to Born In The USA on my Fisher-Price tape player and getting to be somewhere else….

Now we went walking in the rain, talkin’ about the pain that from the world we hid
Now there ain’t nobody nowhere no how gonna ever understand me the way you did

Yeah, Bruce.

I truly believe that when you are a kid there are pivotal moments in your life, whether you are conscious of it or not, when you are deciding what kind of person you are going to be. If you are feeling hurt, anger, pain that you internalize, you can decide to spew the same thing back out at the world. Or you can decide that it doesn’t feel so good and that you will do your best to never treat anyone else like that. Bruce taught me that there is a right way and a wrong way to treat people and no matter what, I should try to be a good person that begins with how I treat others. It might end there, too. You are going to fail, fall short, fuck up – as everyone does, everyday – and you are always going to encounter meanness or apathy but the best you can do is be who you are regardless. Let those stars burning bright guiding you on your journey be the sanctity of treating others right and let that light shine through all that you do…like some mystery
uncovered, indeed.

Bruce has taught me the importance and beauty of having ideals – ideals for your own behavior, for your community, for your country and for your world. Bruce’s ideals are front and center in his music as are his faults. He is honest and real about his failures which make his ideals the same. He shows us that just because we cannot live up to our ideals does not mean that we should not hold them high. In fact, falling short of our ideals is the exact reason to have them; so we pick ourselves up, learn from mistakes and have something inspiring to work toward. And although we never fully get there – it’s always just cutting a half in half – there is excitement in there always being something new to learn, to grow from and into a better person, a better community, a better country and a better world.

Seeing him play live, more than a time or two, has also taught me an important life lesson: Be in THIS moment! Like two lines from Darkness, an album I went steady with as a teenager:

Everybody’s got a secret sonny/Everybody’s got something that they just can’t face/Some folks spend their lives trying to keep it/They carry it with ‘em every step that they take/Till some day they just cut it loose/Cut it loose or let it drag ‘em down/Where no one asks any questions or looks too long in your face/In the darkness on the edge of town


You talk about a dream/Try to make it real/You wake up in the night with a fear so real/You spend your life waiting for a moment that just don’t come/Well don’t waste your time waiting

Don’t let pain from your past or promise of a future prevent you from living this moment right now. And I have never felt more alive or in the moment than at Bruce’s show (maybe just while making love). Learning to bring that feeling of living in and embracing this moment into my everyday was a revelation.

What has his music, his integrity, his insight, his courage of conviction and disdain of indifference brought to me? As if helping to raise me weren’t enough, it’s as if Bruce has paid me for my love of his music in intangible riches; a treasure in connection, a bounty of pure joy, a wealth of experiences and a king’s ransom in friendships. If it is true that you reap what you sow, what Bruce has sown in his respect for this community has been reaped in the kindness, compassion, generosity, dedication, empathy, passion and humor of the people I have gotten to know and share life – not just concerts – with, and am lucky enough to call my friends.

I could have recounted amazing concerts or a few cool times having met him but what stands out to me the most are these gifts from Bruce that form the essence of who I am eternally moving toward becoming.

And then there’s Red Headed Woman…

Ruth Barohn
August 2013
New York

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Thank you, Bruce: A reaction to ‘Springsteen & I’

July, 2013
Pete Chianca

Watching Springsteen & I at the Showcase Cinemas in Revere, Mass. last night, I couldn’t help but think of Lawrence Kirsch’s fabulous 2007 collection of Springsteen fan stories, For You. That volume, with its long-form essays from fans about their Springsteen experiences and inspirations, packs more of an emotional wallop than the filmed snippets in Baillie Walsh’s new fan-sourced documentary. But when it’s said and done, the film leaves the same overall impression as Kirsch’s book: That we’re not crazy, or at least we’re not alone.

The “we” in that sentence is of course Springsteen fans, and not the casual, “won’t change the station when ‘Glory Days’ comes on” kind of fans. We know who we are: The ones for whom Springsteen’s music has been the soundtrack of our lives for decades, the prism through which we tend to filter our greatest successes and most dismal failures. Those are the people Springsteen & I is about, and for. You won’t love every fan who turns up in the doc, but it’s a pretty safe bet you will relate to them all. (Well, except for Dave, the long-suffering husband who wishes Bruce would just shorten his concerts already.)

It’s amazing how many of the clips, all fan-submitted, tap so resonantly into what Springsteen’s music means to his most ardent followers, and how many of the contributors are just downright likable. Not that a few don’t go over the top: The mother who trots her 10-year-old son out to extol the virtues of Bruce seems a tad 0ff-kilter, and the guy who starts crying in his car while trying to explain what Springsteen’s music means to him just made me nervous. (I kept wanting to yell “Pull over, you’re going to kill somebody!”)

And the less said the better about the woman who pops up continually, in extreme close up, to talk in faux-poetic prose about her up-close concert experience with Bruce as a high school freshman — by the time she was waxing rapturously about being scooped up in the talons of a firebird, or something, I just felt like backing away slooooowly.

But most of the subjects — the young truck driver with a master’s degree, the stadium employee who became a convert at age 9, the factory worker who got “upgraded” from his last-row seats — seem like old friends the moment they open their mouths. They’re able to explain with amazing precision how Springsteen’s music — its honesty and heart — can be such an empowering force. And how the man himself, with his unflagging devotion to his work and his audience, can inspire you to at least try to be, well, a better version of yourself.

I have trouble imagining what a non-fan would think of this film — I’d like to think they wouldn’t find Springsteen fans to be complete loons, and would at least seek out more of his music to try to better understand what the fuss was about. At the very least, the concert clips in the film — from almost every era of his career — are enough to grab even the most casual observer by the throat. You’ve probably seen many of them on YouTube, but it’s hard to overstate just how thrilling they are on a big screen, with booming all-around sound taking the place of tinny computer speakers.

The producers haven’t made much of a secret of the post-credits concert clips from Springsteen’s 2012 Hyde Park show — the famous pulled-plug concert with Paul McCartney — and they’re stunning, particularly his solo “Thunder Road” and a sweeping, raucous version of “Shackled and Drawn.” But the real reason to stay to the very end is the final “epilogue” footage tacked on after the concert clips, of Springsteen meeting with some of the film’s fan contributors backstage.

Throughout the film, and in a memorable closing sequence, fans line up to say “Thank you, Bruce,” and in that final segment, Springsteen gets to say thank you back. He’s natural, friendly, funny and moving, and lives up to every story you’ve heard about his encounters with the public.

“Where we want to go, we can’t get there by ourselves — we need you!” Bruce tells a concert crowd at the start of the film. And in that last segment, you can tell how much he means it.

The film gets one more theatrical showing, next Tuesday, July 30, and if you missed it last night I’d suggest you get to the theater rather than wait for the DVD. At the showing in Revere, fans clapped and hooted to the concert footage as if Bruce were really there, and at the very end, when the lights finally came up, something extraordinary happened: A voice from the crowd yelled out, “We should sing something together!”

Laughter, then another voice: “The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves …”

A few more voices: “Like a vision she dances across the floor as the radio plays …”

The rest of the crowd, tentatively at first, and then stronger as we headed into the lobby: “Roy Orbison’s singin’ for the lonely, hey that’s me and I want you only, don’t turn me home again, I just can’t face myself alone again …”

And in a way, that too is the message of Springsteen & I: Thanks to the man and his music, and an incredible community of fans, we really don’t have to face ourselves alone again. And that in itself is a cause to celebrate.

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What Happened to these Bruce Springsteen Fans?

It could be the dance moves, or the tight pants, or the man-of-the-people lyrics. It could be that video with Courteney Cox in it. Whatever it is, people — ordinary, otherwise law-abiding people — cannot resist rushing the stage at Bruce Springsteen concerts.
It’s a phenomenon that’s led journalist and Springsteen fan Julian Garcia all the way to Phoenix, the site of a stage-rush immortalized in the “Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)” video. He’s working on a documentary about the phenomenon — I Could Use Just a Little Help — and he’s got one last target for interviews: the girls who manhandled the Boss at the Coliseum on July 8, 1978.
Manhandle is an almost unnervingly perfect word for what happens. “Rosalita” closed Springsteen’s sets, in those days, and in the punch-drunk last minutes before the encore, a series of increasingly brazen female fans rushed the stage to get a piece of their 20-something hero.
Not a big piece, at first: “One woman just sort of touches him,” Garcia says, “like he’s a statue of Jesus or something like that.” The girls slip in behind the band and dart toward him as if they’re in a spy movie, and then they slip back into the crowd like people who’ve just gotten away with something a little risky.
But “Rosalita” is a long song, and things escalate quickly. Another fan kisses him on the cheek; he doesn’t seem to mind. After that they start leaping onto the stage in pairs, sprinting ahead of the security guards.
And as the song erupts into unbridled Springsteen-character joy — “the record company, Rosie, just gave me! a big! advance!” — the barrier between the crowd and the band disappears entirely.
Springsteen, still playing his guitar, wades into the crowd; the crowd, not especially interested in letting Springsteen play his guitar, collapses around him; and while a very frustrated-looking member of the security staff looks on, Bruce Springsteen is briefly at the bottom of a powderpuff football pile, being kissed from all angles.
Finally the security guard, who appears to be the only person in the frame not having a lovely time, manages to pry the ringleader free, whereupon Springsteen returns to the stage looking oddly refreshed and closes out the show.
The urge to touch Bruce Springsteen is as old as “Blinded by the Light,” but Garcia’s documentary didn’t take shape until a year ago, during the Wrecking Ball tour. “A friend of mine went to see Bruce,” he says. “He was in the front row and he ended up in a video — like someone’s YouTube video, shot from behind the stage.”
They got to talking about what it takes to get that close — to end up in the pit. “He told me it was a really grueling process, [that] you had to really stand around for a long time. So I just said to him, ‘That would be a pretty interesting documentary,’ not really thinking anything of it.
“It sort of evolved into, ‘Maybe I’ll try to talk to people who have actually done that.'” Since then he’s been on a social media crusade for Springsteen stage-jumpers, peppering Twitter, LinkedIn, and Bruce Springsteen message boards to track down as many dancers in the dark as he could.
He’s done pretty well so far, especially with fans who’ve been on stage in the last decade. One reason: At this point, getting up on stage with Bruce Springsteen is more about careful planning than spontaneous overflows of affection.
“He brings up people for basically two songs, nowadays,” Garcia says. For “Waitin’ on a Sunny Day,” off The Rising, some children from the pit are brought up to sing along; for “Dancing in the Dark,” of course, a young woman is brought in to play the role of Courteney Cox Surrogate in the sequence that informed white-guy dancing for a generation. You’ve got to get into the pit; you’ve got to get lucky; you’ve got to know when he brings people up on stage.
That was not the case in 1978. If the girls rushing the stage in “Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)” are ringers, they were playing a long game; the video wasn’t produced until 1984, when a song that predated MTV suddenly needed one.
They look, at least, like fans who were so enthusiastic (or so into Bruce’s period-appropriate open-shirt look) that they had no choice but to leap onto the stage and tackle him during the never-ending saxophone outro. They look as though they understand intuitively the real reason that people connect with the song and the artist.
Which is exactly why Julian Garcia wants to find them.
The ’70s were filled with fan interaction that seems impossibly dangerous in hindsight; “Rosalita” in Phoenix is kind of the musical equivalent of Hank Aaron rounding the bases accompanied by a phalanx of sketchy-looking fans.
But even for its time, there’s something special about it — something that points to something special about Bruce Springsteen. “I think Bruce almost gives his fans the invitation [to rush the stage],” Garcia says, “just by the way he behaves.”
What’s odd about the moment is just how natural it all feels; if it had happened to somebody else, any number of other rock heroes through history, you’d be able to hear the faint sound of writers preparing think-pieces about one party or the other being oppressed. Getting that close to Axl Rose seems dangerous and/or unclean; getting so forward with one of your folkier indie rock stars could inspire a series of social justice Tumblr posts about sexual harassment.
But Springsteen and these girls seem, with all their goofy passion, like nothing so much as two characters in a Bruce Springsteen song.
“They’ve gotta be out there somewhere,” Garcia tells me. “Let’s say they were between the ages of 16 and 22, or something like that . . . My hope is that they’re in the Phoenix area still, and maybe they read this and they can get in touch with me. I’d like to just tell the story of that day and how it all went down. If they’re still Bruce fans, if they’ve ever had any contact with him after that.”
It’s easy to imagine they might have, because that’s how Bruce Springsteen is. “He’s so open, and so accessible to his fans, that when you go to a show you’re like, ‘Hey, tonight might be the night that I get invited up there by one of the biggest rock stars that has ever walked the planet.’
“It’s not like, ‘You stand over there and let me do my thing, and I’m going to put these security guards between us so you can’t get close to me . . .’ It’s made very clear, like, ‘Hey, we’re in this together.'”

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