This is the glorious Asbury Park, a photograph taken in winter
three years ago. The Stone Pony is off the boardwalk to the left. A glassblower is staying warm beside his fire. Beth is singing behind the camera.
Springsteen, as readers of this blog know, has played a central role in my creative life.
I love and live by many of his songs. He takes me to a thrumming place. I own the albums. I know the words. I dance alone. I have seen his band play live. I have not, despite a life-long yearning, seen him.
In September, that will change, thanks to an early morning ticket purchase. I will be on the field at Citizen's Park. I will see, at long last, Springsteen for myself.
There are no words.
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Published on April 23, 2012 05:29