Day 85 of 365 - Music & Roots
Last night I watched Springsteen on Broadway, on Netflix. I had heard about the live show in New York from a good friend. She and her family are huge Springsteen fans, and have travelled many a time to see him and his band live in concert. Her husband and son travelled to New York earlier this year to see the show on Broadway. She reported that they both loved it and found it very moving.
I had been hoping that the live performance would be filmed for later viewing and was delighted to see it appear already as a Netflix program. It was two and a half hours long and was great. I was very touched by the intimacy and sincerity of Bruce's performance.
In some ways, I could relate to his reminiscences of small town, working class family life, as that is also my heritage. You can't wait to get away from what seems like such a limited existence, but it will always be home. Content for the show comes from his Born to Run autobiography. I may now be interested in reading it.
As a young adult, I enjoyed the music from the Born in the USA album. Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band were a very talented and unique group. But, I would not say I was a huge fan, and I did not own any of their recordings. I mainly heard their songs on the radio, played at dances, or sometimes seen on TV shows.
Each of us has our own musical roots. Growing up in a large family with mostly older siblings, the music played in our home was mainly artists of the 1950's. It was mostly solo artists like Roy Orbison, Bobby Vinton, Pat Boone, some Elvis Presley ballads, and the like. If it was a group, it was likely something like The Irish Rovers. It was not until one of my older brothers starting buying his own albums that the rock and roll bands of the 1960's showed up in our house. Even then, it was not much tolerated by our parents.
Later on, when us younger girls could buy our own records from babysitting money as teenagers, we leaned towards singers like James Taylor and Carole King. One Christmas our mother bought us a small portable record player which we could use in our bedroom. This was likely to limit how often she needed to hear the same record played over and over.
Last year, I was fortunate to be able to see James Taylor live in concert, here in my city. It was an incredible performance with several other amazing musicians and singers. I will always remember it fondly, especially how sincere and friendly James was in the way he related to his audience.
Similarly, I found Bruce Springsteen to also be very authentic in his performance. Seeing these performers, of a similar age to me, conveying the arc of events of their lifetime in their music, is a trip down memory lane for me. It's both melancholy and sweet, just like life.
I had been hoping that the live performance would be filmed for later viewing and was delighted to see it appear already as a Netflix program. It was two and a half hours long and was great. I was very touched by the intimacy and sincerity of Bruce's performance.
In some ways, I could relate to his reminiscences of small town, working class family life, as that is also my heritage. You can't wait to get away from what seems like such a limited existence, but it will always be home. Content for the show comes from his Born to Run autobiography. I may now be interested in reading it.
As a young adult, I enjoyed the music from the Born in the USA album. Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band were a very talented and unique group. But, I would not say I was a huge fan, and I did not own any of their recordings. I mainly heard their songs on the radio, played at dances, or sometimes seen on TV shows.
Each of us has our own musical roots. Growing up in a large family with mostly older siblings, the music played in our home was mainly artists of the 1950's. It was mostly solo artists like Roy Orbison, Bobby Vinton, Pat Boone, some Elvis Presley ballads, and the like. If it was a group, it was likely something like The Irish Rovers. It was not until one of my older brothers starting buying his own albums that the rock and roll bands of the 1960's showed up in our house. Even then, it was not much tolerated by our parents.
Later on, when us younger girls could buy our own records from babysitting money as teenagers, we leaned towards singers like James Taylor and Carole King. One Christmas our mother bought us a small portable record player which we could use in our bedroom. This was likely to limit how often she needed to hear the same record played over and over.
Last year, I was fortunate to be able to see James Taylor live in concert, here in my city. It was an incredible performance with several other amazing musicians and singers. I will always remember it fondly, especially how sincere and friendly James was in the way he related to his audience.
Similarly, I found Bruce Springsteen to also be very authentic in his performance. Seeing these performers, of a similar age to me, conveying the arc of events of their lifetime in their music, is a trip down memory lane for me. It's both melancholy and sweet, just like life.
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