sixth row center


The first time I saw The Boss he was the River Tour performing at Chicago’s Uptown theater on October 10, 1980,  and it was outstanding. Sixth row, center seats and from what I understand the only way to get closer was to be in a wheelchair. At that point in my life I was not at all familiar with Mr. Springsteen or his music but I was dating someone that was a huge fan.

This guy actually made me prep for the concert. First he lent me the words and I had to “study” them to get knowledgeable. This was followed by a test that involved him reciting words and me announcing what song and album they were from and once I “passed” I was actually handed the albums so I could finally hear the music. Thunder Road was the only song I actually memorized in its entirety at that time because it was hard to hold down a full time job, have an active social life, and study for a concert.

There were four of us, we were young and we were headed to Chicago, we were going to see Bruce and we were going to stay in a hotel and it was going to be amazing. And only the young would be ignorant enough not to make hotel arrangements prior to the concert. We ended up spending the night in one of those rooms that rent by the hour that looked like a CSI crime scene but I didn’t care because that night I was twenty years old and I was in Chicago at the same time as Bruce Springsteen. I was not about to let a few cockroaches and a bunch of used condoms stuck to the bottom of a waste can ruin my night. I am jumping ahead of myself here because the crappy hotel came after the concert.

Day of the concert, and I was sick. Really sick, like 103 degree fever sick. The kind of where you can feel your nose hair follicles. But I went and it was amazing. The boys found the place where the concert was and pulled up to drop off the girls. We held our tickets tight in our hands and carried no purses because, after all, this was Chicago. We all had on our Springsteen Concert Tour shirts (I still have mine), Levi Jeans, braided leather belts, and Chukka Boots and an obligatory red bandanna with each of us wearing it in a different spot. We looked like everyone else that night, but we were so small town. Anyway, we pull up on the opposite side of the street from the theater’s entrance just as in time to witness the following:

A giant Cadillac with huge doors parked in front of the theater directly across from us. Slowly someone opens the driver’s side rear door and along comes another car very fast and hits that door right off the hinges. The door literally bounced down the street. I’ve never seen anything like it. The driver that hit the door kept right on going and the door just kept bouncing and we got the hell out of there.

We were good kids and we knew we just broke the law because we witnessed an accident and didn’t stay at the scene. Nor did we report the accident. We felt like we were living the best Springsteen song ever, young good kids that were led astray by bending the rules just a little more and more each time until we can’t tell right from wrong and we are sent to a steel mill to work and while we work we reflect on what we know now was the glory days back then. Now keep in mind that I am delirious from my fever and now had to walk about nineteen blocks to get back to the theater. But this would be good because when the concert was over we would be walking straight into Hotel Hell.

The concert was fantastic, energy everywhere and from the sixth row you could see he was hot and sweaty and I was hot and sweaty right along with him only farther away with some undiagnosed upper respiratory thing.

If you have ever seen Springsteen before he does a song he talks a little bit about it. Real soft, he describes why he wrote what he wrote and how he felt when he wrote it. Meanwhile he is picking his guitar slow, soft, seductive.

As he is picking and speaking, I became lulled into a fever-induced slumber and was awoken each and every time by Clarence’s saxophone tempo rising quickly and once again I’d be jolted by a guitar spasm I would hop to me feet with everyone else and no one was the wiser.

Until the song Point Blank. It is a little slower, so as he talked and picked he went right into the song with my startle reaction. The crowd sat for this song, I imagine their heads were swaying in rhythm with the ballad but I don’t know because I was semi-conscious. When Bruce cries out “Point Blank, right between the eyes” Max Weinberg does this big BANG on the drums. Classic excellence.

Anyway, I am in my fever-induced dream state, can’t get that car accident scenario out of my head, realizing I am on the run from the law, I am twenty and wanted by the feds and when Max did the drum thing it fit in with my dream and I thought I got shot. I flew out of my seat and yelled “NOOOOOOOOOOOO” and at that point everyone else got up and started yelling “YOOOOOOOOO” and “WHOO HOO” and “BRUCE”. After that, the rest of the concert was a blur and the next thing I know my friends were filling their bandannas with ice cubes from their soda cups and applying makeshift compresses to my forehead and pressure points.

The concert closed with an blow-the-roof-off-this-mother version of Born to Run and the crowds departed and we trekked the nineteen blocks back to the Inn where I saw my first pimp, a hooker, and a john.

Now, I’ve seen Springsteen again since then, it was the Human Touch/Lucky Town tour. We were in Milwaukee, it was election day and Bruce announced that Bill Clinton would once again be our president. That concert was not anywhere near as much fun.

But then, you always remember your first.

I’ve got the words to Thunder Road right here, if you want to raise your lighter and sing along, well that’s alright with me. This video is actually from his River Tour, not filmed in Chicago but filmed about six weeks later in Maryland. 

The screen door slams
Mary’ dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside
Darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking
That maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me

You can hide ‘neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I’m no hero
That’s understood
All the redemption I can offer girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now ?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair
Well the night’s busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven’s waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
We’re riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it’s late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back
If you’re ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely
For words that I ain’t spoken
But tonight we’ll be free
All the promises’ll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind so Mary climb in
It’s town full of losers
And I’m pulling out of here to win

24 Comments on sixth row center

  1. jill jill bo bill
    September 23, 2008 at 6:05 am (16 years ago)

    And our kids wonder why we won’t let them out of our sight. Thanks for the memories, but my pass-outs were never fever related.

  2. Cheryl Lage
    September 23, 2008 at 6:15 am (16 years ago)

    What a tale! 🙂 Just saw the Boss for the FIRST time (at age 43) last month. What an AMAZING show.
    Happy Birthday, Bruce!

  3. The Rule Maker
    September 23, 2008 at 6:21 am (16 years ago)

    Great Story!

    Ok, Carrie, I think I have told you this before but my oldest was (I think, almost sure) was conceived after a night with Bruce in NY City just over 8 years ago! Not with Bruce but with my husband after watching, listening, and yelling with Bruce. Best Concert EVER! I also sent my hubby, along with his best friend, to a concert for an aniversary present!

    Happy Birthday, Bruce!

  4. Lauren
    September 23, 2008 at 7:03 am (16 years ago)

    Sounds like so much fun. Not a Bruce fan, and grew up one town south of him. Been to the Stone Pony too!

  5. Hippie Family...
    September 23, 2008 at 7:04 am (16 years ago)

    what does he sing again?

    Happy BD Bruce..

    Hey Carrie, how come you have not signed up for our contest yet?
    Get over to and sign up!

  6. JWilson
    September 23, 2008 at 7:06 am (16 years ago)

    Did the boyfriend really test you on the lyrics? That would have been the end of the relationship for me. :)) Never scene Bruce in concert and unless someone else pays for me to I probably never will. His music is good but I’m not a fan of him so…. :))

  7. Amy
    September 23, 2008 at 7:21 am (16 years ago)

    My ‘main man’ idol just turned 59 also, but he is named Springfield and sadly mistaken for Bruce often. No comparison 😀

  8. Aleta
    September 23, 2008 at 7:49 am (16 years ago)

    I can’t believe someone actually tested you on the lyrics. That’s taking it a bit far for a fan! Sounds like you created one heck of a memory. You can smile at it now and you recapped it in a fun way to share.

    Happy 59th to Bruce! (gosh, I suddenly feel old)

  9. Swirl Girl
    September 23, 2008 at 8:20 am (16 years ago)

    I saw my first (of 3) Bruce concerts in 1981 – 15 years old (at the Boston Garden)…I knew EVERY WORD by heart. 5th row center floor.

    I actually had my first , dare I say it….orgasm at that show.
    And I was not touching myself either!

    I love the Boss!

  10. scargosun
    September 23, 2008 at 8:36 am (16 years ago)

    He really does rock.

  11. The Glamorous Life
    September 23, 2008 at 9:05 am (16 years ago)

    What an amazing tribute?

    But 59??? 59???…..I just can’t handle that he is aging with the rest of us!!!!

  12. Just The Girl
    September 23, 2008 at 9:35 am (16 years ago)

    I love Bruce!!! My favorite song is “One Step up”…thats so is my life! My hubby played with him before – how awesome is that.

  13. christie
    September 23, 2008 at 10:25 am (16 years ago)

    Seriously fun post! I wonder if the first was more fun because you had Bruce “Fever”.
    I love that last photo of him, playing guitar among the empty chairs. So cool.

  14. Rhonda
    September 23, 2008 at 12:16 pm (16 years ago)

    I’m with Jill. The only black out I remember wasn’t fever induced either. My stupid ex-fiance had me take three grams of mushrooms for my aftergrad party.

    I never made it.

    As always, Carrie, very well written. I felt like I was there breaking the law right alongside you! lol

  15. Ronda's Rants
    September 23, 2008 at 2:20 pm (16 years ago)

    Dear God…I am so glad he is older than me!!!
    Happy Birthday Bruce!!!

  16. Weeksie50
    September 23, 2008 at 2:24 pm (16 years ago)

    What a fun story! Ewww. Yucky Roachy hotel rooms..

    I can imagine the 2nd concert not being as fun especially after that yucky announcement.. ugh.

  17. Shelle-BlokThoughts
    September 23, 2008 at 2:39 pm (16 years ago)

    WHo is Bruce Springsteen again? lol!

  18. Jennifer
    September 23, 2008 at 2:45 pm (16 years ago)

    OMG Carrie–I can’t believe you fell aslepp at a Bruce concert! It makes a great story though. I’m not a huge Bruce fan, but I have seen him in concert–he put on a very good show.

    That reminds me–have you seen MCR live yet?

  19. Aubrey
    September 23, 2008 at 3:11 pm (16 years ago)

    Wow. What a blast!! Gotta love The Boss!

  20. Frizzy and Bird
    September 23, 2008 at 5:08 pm (16 years ago)

    My dear girl, You’re either insane or the biggest fan ever. I realize sometimes the two go hand in hand. Wink Wink. How is it that you seem to have such wonderfully exciting stories and experiences to share? Well, maybe they aren’t all wonderful at the time but looking back you are able to enjoy them. Glad you made it through the night and all the excitement. I feel so dull compared to you.

  21. Angie's Spot
    September 23, 2008 at 6:24 pm (16 years ago)

    OMG, I’m rolling at your comment about thinking that you were shot. Too funny!

  22. Susie
    September 23, 2008 at 7:21 pm (16 years ago)

    I remember those days…my older one got away but, I am locking my youngest up until she is 30!!!

  23. Jen
    September 24, 2008 at 4:34 am (16 years ago)

    Springsteen has a sentimental background for me as my brother has always been a HUGE fan! I loved the story. Thanks for the post-

  24. Swirl Girl
    July 31, 2009 at 1:58 pm (15 years ago)

    I know I may have 'told' you this before…I had my first orgasm at a Bruce show…1981, 5th row center floor seat…just me and Bruce and my white velour v-neck shirt. He sang to me and me alone.
    I'll never forget it!

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