15 April
Passaic Night is “out there,” and I can really recommend snagging a copy.
There’s a reason a lot of people think it’s the single best Springsteen show.
Dunno enough to lend any credence to that, but, shit are there ever 5 or 6 classics I’ve never heard sound better than they did in September of 1978.
Look, New Jersey. I know, I know. I shouldn’t even be seen talking to you.
I shouldn’t be here. I’m not supposed to be on this side of the river unless its to buy cheap gas.
I’m a New Yorker. This means that I hate you, I despise you from birth, reflexively.
I have to tell you though, for all the air pollution and the tolls and the filth and the terrible people, there’s a diamond there in all that shit. Bruce. It’s taken me a long time, New Jersey, and there are some things I can’t forgive but if I ever get the launch codes, one this will hang in the balance and might just keep me from reducing you to a clean sheet of radioactive slag so that we can more easily ship our garbage to you: Bruce Motherfucking Springsteen.