Thirty years ago tonight I attended (actually ushered) a Bruce rehearsal show at the Count Basie Theater in Red Bank NJ.
I had stayed home sick with a sinus infection. A friend called and said Bruce is playing tonight at Count Basie and the theater manager (a friend of hers) was looking for ushers.
Tickets for the show were announced in the classified section of the paper that day.
It rained like crazy but I jumped in the car and drove to Jersey.
We volunteered to guard the first row, where people would be upgraded from the balcony.
This is a photo of me (far left) and Bruce.
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And Bruce climbing around the stage.
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And my friend Mon getting my Nebraska signed.
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And here’s Bruce singing Achy Breaky Heart. Sort of.
I will never forget that night!!
I don't see anyone in the first picture but Bruce. Where are you?
Like Darkness On the Edge of Town, Nebraska (1982) is a dark ride.
Sandwiched between The River, a double album that sold well and produced a hit or two ("Hungry Heart," anyone?) and the cultural and commercial phenomena Born in the USA, Nebraska was that most hackneyed of pop cliches, the "transitional album."
In a way, it was. As those who have heard it know, it's a largely acoustic affair that, if memory serves, Bruce recorded at home on a reel to reel. (In his kitchen? His bedroom? I forget).
A spooky record,