promo Archive
Guest blogging for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
As an upshot of my first visit to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame last weekend, I was invited to submit a guest blog for the RRHOF’s website.
There’s also a news story from me on Backstreets.com, but you’ll have to scroll down to the news from 1/26.
Full posts on the Springsteen exhibit and the rest of the hall in general will be up on the weekend.
holiday hurrah
I’ll be featured on the New Year’s Day episode. Considering that Dave and I argued so much he needed to edit afterwards, it should be a good one.
VU
Lou Reed, Mo Tucker and Doug Yule in conversation with David Fricke, Live at the New York Public Library
brucespringsteen.net on “The River”
Originally posted on brucespringsteen.net. Like you, I have at this point listened to The River an untold amount of times. In high school, for a very long time, I used to fall asleep to side two. In other words, this record is not new to me. But I will tell you that right now, I [...]
10/14: In The Darkness, I Hear Somebody Call My Name
Philly night 2 (a show I had NO plans to be at until 11:30pm the night before) was also Darkness and you can read my thoughts about my favorite album in the list over on brucespringsteen.net.
When I am writing these things in the car on the way home or at 2am on a work night it doesn’t seem like such a good idea, but I am very grateful I have the opportunity to cover these shows on this tour.
10/9 : The Call of the Wreckin’ Ball
As originally posted on brucespringsteen.net.
It was a party. It was a wake. It was a celebration. It was a goodbye. Tonight at Giants Stadium was all of those things mixed together.
On the surface, it seems puzzling. One might wonder why Giants Stadium needed a sendoff. This is not the loss of a legendary music venue on the level of, say, CBGB’s, the Fillmore East, or the Spectrum. Heck, even football fans aren’t mourning the demise of Giants Stadium.
But it was where Bruce went when there was nowhere left to go. It was the only frontier he hadn’t crossed. He fought as he moved from clubs to theaters to arenas to, finally, Giants effing Stadium. And when the E Street Band returned to Giants Stadium in 2003, it turned into the intergalactic space station for Springsteen fans. You stood shoulder-to-shoulder with fans from all over the country and all over the world. I remember standing there the last night, looking out at the crowd singing along to “Born to Run,” and thinking, “Look hard, because you may never see this again.”
10/8: Born to Run Live and In Person
As originally posted on brucespringsteen.net
It was always about the pictures in my head.
It’s been the same picture since the first time I heard it, at some point during a mixed up summer between grammar and middle school, when I heard a song on the radio, waited patiently to hear it again so I could write down the artist, and on a treasured trip to the record store, bought the album with the stark black and white cover. Which struck me as odd, because the pictures I had conjured up in my imagination to go with the song were in vivid technicolor.
Listening to the entire album was like the moment when Dorothy wakes up in Oz, ruby slippers and all.
live! tonight! in person!
Sometimes I suck at self-promotion. I will be reading here tonight:
Your friends from Faith and Fear are co-hosting AMAZIN’ TUESDAY tonight at 7:00 at Two Boots Tavern on the Lower East Side, 384 Grand St., between Norfolk and Suffolk, accessible via the F to Delancey and other popular subway lines. If you haven’t been to one of our nights of reading, rooting and Randy Milligan, an impartial observer filed reviews from Metstock in June and the first AMAZIN’ TUESDAY in July. When you see what you missed, surely you’ll want a piece of the action this time around.
Our guests are two of the most insightful observers of the Metsopotamian condition we know. Dana Brand, author of 2007′s wonderful Mets Fan [Ed. note: a book in which my blog is mentioned!], will be sharing with us The Last Days of Shea, so brand spanking new the ink is still wet. Dana also blogs regularly, thoughtfully and passionately here, and you are urged to read him regularly. Caryn Rose, known in these parts as Metsgrrl, is one of the go-to sources for life at Citi Field and its psychic environs. We’re so happy to have them both.
Phil Hartman, the most Met-minded restaurateur New York has seen since Rusty Staub called it a day, will be serving up The Stork, a pizza made with Creole chicken, wild mushrooms, cheddar and mozzarella in honor of George Theodore and the (Tim) Teufel Shuffle martini, which, naturally, is shuffled not stirred. Phil’s AMAZIN’ TUESDAY offer of a free beer in exchange for a Met baseball card still stands. It’s a great way to rid your collection of those unwanted Ollie Perezes.
on the shortlist.
Third time’s a charm – although that’s not exactly 100% correct. The first two tries were for Black Love – and if I had my druthers, that would still be my first choice. However, this time pragmatism and an existing platform won over, and this year’s proposal is the one for Darkness On The Edge of Town.
Now, two more months’ worth of waiting until the final list is decided upon. Fingers firmly crossed.
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