Bruce Springsteen Saved My Life
I wanna sleep beneath peaceful skies, in my lover’s bed. With a wide open country in my eyes, and these romantic dreams in my head. “No Surrender” by Bruce Springsteen
November 1980. Thanksgiving Day, I’m 12, sitting on Aunt Carole’s red and green plaid couch waiting for my best friend and her family to pick me up to see Bruce Springsteen at Madison Square Garden. My first concert. I anxiously pick my cuticles. I mean, Bruce. At the Garden. My mom even let me wear my favorite carpenter jeans to Thanksgiving so I wouldn’t have to change for the concert.
