“Springsteen’s idea of what a rock concert should be is fairly simple - it should be Christmas, something anticipated, slow-coming, cherished and festive.”
“I can hear that clock tickin’ away. It says, ‘BOSS, you’re 30… 31… 32… 33… 34… 35… 36…’ when he reaches his actual age, he groans and flails even harder at the Fender. But then his face brightens again as he looks to Clarence Clemons, standing at his right. ‘Big Man,’ he hollers, shaking his fist. ‘We’re adults, man!’”
“Right on,” says the Big Man.
“We’re ADULTS!”
“Right on!”
“Right on,” says Bruce quite happily. “Let’s dance!”