Barely Sarcasm

the-stig:

Here it is: Boston, March 26, 2012. Turn it up.

Apparently, this was the first time Thundercrack got out on this tour.

Funny thing was, Katie and I were talking about it before the show even started.

“How crazy would it be if he played Thundercrack?”

“Totally nuts. It’ll never happen though.”

“I know. But wouldn’t it be awesome?”

He started talking about “the beginning of the beginning;” a song he used to close sets with way back when, and I immediately started wracking my brain… Rosalita? No, too early for Rosalita… Growin’ Up? Probably not… For You? Don’t think so… 

And then, he did it. He fucking did it. As he was strumming the chords absentmindedly under his story, I started getting goosebumps. There’s no way. My jaw dropped. I had been dancing before, but I was rooted in place then. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. My hand shot out and grabbed Katie’s arm as soon as “Brains they rattle - bones they shake” rang out over the Garden. My eyes were probably as wide as silver dollars. Every single hair on my body stood up. I actually started crying.

My other hand shot into my pocket and pulled out my phone. The rest of the song, I stood there holding my phone up so that my Dad could hear from back home in New York.

I couldn’t believe it.

I don’t think I’ve ever yelled so loud at a show than I did once I regained bodily function a couple of minutes in. When it ended, I definitely scared the folks in front of us.

You go in expecting Born To Run or Dancing In the Dark or Born In the USA or prety much anything else, but Thundercrack?! Never.

Walking in to the Garden, I was sure there was no way that a 2012 Bruce Springsteen concert could live up to the tapes I’d heard from the 70’s. The dude’s just gotten older. But hearing Thudercrack completely changed my mind. The rest of the night changed my mind! I can’t listen to Bruce on my laptop, or turntable, or CD player, or on-air without goosebumps and a few tears now. I don’t know how he does it, but he sure as hell does it.

We’ve been saying that we went to church that night. Between the moments for Phantom Dan and Big Man, my revelation at the hands of modern-day Bruce, and the general feelings of exultation at every single song, it was absolutely a religious experience. Music is a hell of a thing.

thomashanley:

Buckets of Rain - Bob Dylan

I like your smile

And your fingertips

I like the way that you move your lips.

I like the cool way you look at me,

Everything about you is bringing me misery.

partywok:

The Hold Steady - Stuck Between Stations

And he was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.

partywok:

Bash & Pop - Friday Night (Is Killing Me)

So are the good times!

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meguan:

Foo Fighters | Best of you

We interrupt my ongoing lottery fantasies with some loud rock music.

INTERRUPT YOUR FAAAAACE!