Rogue River Dam
We attended the R.E.M.-Bruce Springsteen-John Fogerty-Bright Eyes concert in Detroit Sunday night. Much good music. Much loudness. Much bouncing in my seat. Much screaming and applauding. Much fun.
While I was there to see (finally!) Michael Stipe and fellas, the rest of the crowd was definitely there for Bruce. Yet, toward the end of their set, when Michael announced that Springsteen was coming on stage to join them for a song, people in the crowd started booing. Laurel, Stacy, and I looked around with confusion. We’d seen dozens of Springsteen T-shirts bopping around at the hotel beforehand. So why would all of these rabid E-Streeters be booing The Boss?
Scott set us straight. They weren’t booing. No. They were Bruuuuuuce-ing. Bruuuuuuuuce, Bruuuuuuuuce, Bruuuuuuuuce. Ah-ha! Gotcha.
Bruce Springsteen is well-loved, that’s for sure. When he hit the stage and ripped into “Born in the USA,” the crowd just roared. Of course, this was one of the only songs I recognized. The band played guitar-heavy rock-n-roll for the entire set while I watched grown men play bad air guitar (and some drums too) all around me. And with the break between every song, we girls joined in with a few Bruuuuuuuuces of our own.