First of all: As @Daisey Jeep says, this is my first, and the show that made me a fan. My brother in law got me a ticket, I was standing in the middle of the crowd, without seeing the stage, without seeing more than the top of Bruce’s head on a screen. I didn’t recognise more than maybe 1/4 of the songs. But his magic worked, and struck me like a lightning.He spoke to me, and I felt chosen. And I walked out of that stadium, determined to study and learn his whole catalogue and come back, knowing every word of every song on the set list to my next show.
But: I kind of wish that this fantastic show hadn’t been my first. I wish it had been my fifth or tenth or twentieth. Because much as I loved the show, I wasn’t really able to appreciate all the details, or the beautiful mix of songs from different eras.I knew nothing. I mean I hadn’t ever heard Thunder Road, or Jungleland, before, and didn’t have a clue what an emotional moment it was when Jake played that solo. I actually had no idea what I had witnessed. Only that it was pure greatness.
A nice person from this forum sent me a bootleg from the show a couple of weeks later, so I was able to recap the songs, and by then I had already started my Springsteen education. By then I had at least learnt every word of Thunder Road. And Jungleland.
I have many favourites, but I do have a special relationship with Jungleland. It’s a song that I still, almost eight years later, need to be alone with. It’s such a powerful experience.A private thing. I also need a minute of silence when it’s over, to catch my breath and get back to reality. It happened again when I listened to this much longed for archive release. I burst into tears over the vacuum cleaner in the bathroom.
I drove home from Gothenburg with my son, who was a member of the Ullevi crew, one of the people who built and took down the stage. He had found this piece of paper on the floor after the all the instruments were removed.
I almost drove off the road when he pulled it out.