With Bruce Springsteen fever mounting in Melbourne I found myself recalling that first time I saw him back in the early eighties. He was playing at the Royal Showgrounds, the same place we'd be seeing a lot of Big Day outs in the future. Also the same place I saw Slade and Status Quo back in the 70s. Tonight was all about Bruce though. I can't remember a support act. But would there of been time anyway. Because Bruce played for at least three hours and it was so intense and exciting and unmissable that we couldn't leave our places up near the front. Not even to go to the toilet. Which almost caused a terrible incident when my friend in refusing to go actually took a leak where we were standing. Surely one of the maddest things I've ever seen anyone do. I don't think anyone noticed they were so keen on watching Bruce. Except for one guy. Who looked like he was going to kill my friend and then decided anyone who would do such a thing was probably not one to mess with. I guess it was all Rolling Stones "We'll piss anywhere" moment relived inside a 30 000 crowd.
A glitch. I don't know. The concert was unbelievably good. And this song stood out. From the monologue that preceded it where he talked about buying a car in Richmond to the song itself which was propelled by a giant crowd singalong.
I wasn't a big fan of the song before this night. Too much talk about cars which I didn't get. But live it just resonated. And the crowd singing Tonight Tonight. And the girl with her pretty dreams all torn. And it was just magic.
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