It's time to talk about Bruce. Of course the Bruce thing started way before our stay in Ireland, some time in the early 80's. When it was still hip to wear huge earrings and Don Johnson was the hippest person alive. Rolling up your sleeves was essential. Those days. Soon, those days will be back, so start wearing sweat bands again and you'll be a trend setter.
Anyway, Bruce. The Irish Connection is Bruce in Concert. Three times we managed to meet the guy. Well, see him from a distance. Three concerts, three different styles. Not just a little different, I'm talking difference like Cliff Richard is different from Keith Richards. Different. I'll explain, of course.
First there was the RDS concert with the E-Street Band. This was an exhausting experience. People not being able to stand on their feet, the audience begging the band to finally stop playing, people actually mind melting to speed up the time it took for the sun to set. Serious dehydration, muscle aches, I'm talking about the Concert That Would Not End. Okay, so Bruce is what, 73? The dude started to rock the place at 20.20 and simply would not finish. He just went on and on and on and on. At 23.20 he was still playing and he wasn't showing any sign of fatigue. He was 'just warming up'. The audience by that time was dead. Literally. It was the anti-Lourdes. Healthy people entering the cave all afternoon and crippled people, finding their way out of the stadium at midnight on hands and knees after the miracle that's called Bruce happened to them.
Good concert? Absolutely. Long concert? Definitely. Worth it? Totally. The band rocks and delivers. Simple as that. To give you an idea, here's 'Waiting on a Sunny Day'. This is approximately 2 and a half hours into the concert. Please note how the audience is massively trying to get the attention of the First Aid people by raising their hands, furiously waving to get some kind of medical attention. Also note how Bruce occasionally points at people that have just lost control of their knees to help the First Aiders to get to the most urgent cases first:
I'm totally with you on the Devils & Dust gig being phenomenal, but I'm not sure I would say it was better than U2 in Croker. You'd totally not be surprised that I'm saying that. :D
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