Oh down to the river we'd ride...
It was cold, wet, and rainy as I made it down to the Oracle Area in Oakland on Sunday night to see Bruce Springsteen’s The River
Tour, a celebration of The Boss's titular 1980 album of the same name.
In the grand scheme of things, I’m a casual Springsteen fan — and a new one at that. Sure, I finally added "Born to Run" and "Born in the U.S.A." to my collection a few years back, but if Springsteenism is a religion, I'm a new convert that shows up to services just for Easter and Christmas.
Before the show, I had actually never listened to The River
(although I did yesterday to prep for the concert), and this was my first time seeing The Boss live. I wasn't sure what to expect — perhaps a quiz show testing my fandom before I was allowed to take my seat? I know of the Stony Pony at least...that has to count for something. I also knew Springsteen has a reputation for marathon-length sets. Even my car breaking down earlier this week (ironic, given Springsteen's many odes to wheels) wasn't going to stop me from making it.