Bruce Springsteen is giving a concert in Milan. My darling is a fan and I have a Milano activity to fulfill on my 101-Milano-task-to-do-list, so off we go to San Siro. Even if I only know three Bruce Springsteen songs, miss out on our second salsa class in a row (I don’t even dare to think of how I’m going to manage next Thursday) and actually hate extremely crowdy events... But all right. Maybe it’s all for the best. Because many friend of mine has given me a look full with disbelief when I confessed never to have attended a giant concert in my life. Apparently people are supposed to dream of doing this every once in a while and are supposed to feel thrilled at the thought of standing in line or staying on the phone for hours and hours to manage to get an entrance ticket. When I tell people that I have never felt such an incontrollable concert urge, they stare at me as if I were some kind of alient and their eyes fill not only with horror but also with pity! As if I’m suffering from some strange and exotic disease or something!
|Dirty, dirty Bruce fans! Or not?|
But all this is part of the past now since I can now proudly announce to everyone that I have visited the San Siro stadium AND that I have attended a huge concert. You can see straight away that it’s my first time though since I immediately start taking pictures of all the trash that’s lying in front of the San Siro Stadium (what a dirty, dirty Bruce Springsteen fans!), untill Alessandro explains to me that people actually throw their bottles there because the security is asking them to. Apparently you can’t enter the stadium with a closed bottle of water. So either you throw your bottle in front of the feet of the steward, either you get rid of the bottle cap. Another thing I know now!
After entering the stadium, I have to admit that it’s all quite impressive... Waiting for The Boss to come the public starts doing big waves. I try to make a video of this massive choreography but then I see something more interesting to film! Right in front of my nose a couple of fans start a fight because some of them have decided to go and stand in front of some other – seated – Bruce adorers. Fortunately the whole quarrell gets solved right on time so that Bruce doesn’t have to sing in front of a bloodstained public.
As I told you guys before, I almost don’t know anything of the man’s repertoire which makes me a little bit less enthousiast than the people around me who go completely crazy, but I have to admit that Bruce has an unbelievable charisma and proves himself an even greater master in playing the audience than in playing his guitar (which he constantly throws away. Behind him. Over his head. Between his legs. And so on...). The guy gives himself totally to his public and just can’t be stopped anymore. Half an hour after having announced the end of the concert, he still stands jumping and singing on the stage while his fans get crazier and crazier. When he invites a little boy from the audience to get on stage with him and sing together, even I have to give in and melt for this great, great star. I have been to my first giant concert. And Bruce has one more fan...
|The Boss on the stage! Milano goes wild!|