Sunday, April 24, 2016

Goodnight Sweet Prince

He always projected an eerily otherworldly aura even when you saw him in the flesh, and his music reflected that. Even when you felt that you knew him--as people often do when they are fans of a particular artist—you didn’t. Like any genius, he was a man out of time and space who did not move with the rest of the world but instead created his own. This much was recognizable instantly.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Going Back to The River

I wasn’t even supposed to be at the Spectrum on Tuesday, December 9, 1980. My original plan was to catch Bruce at the Boston Garden on December 15 or 16, but between exam schedules and difficulty getting a ticket, I had to settle for an 8-hour bus ride to Philadelphia. I had never really been to Philly before, though I grew up only a couple hours’ drive from the City of Brotherly Love. And I had only traveled long distance by bus a handful of times. This trip was definitely going to be an adventure.