From last night’s debate:
Let me get this straight? The cinnamon dipshit called his opponent nasty? Did he mean like this?
It’s the kind of thing an entitled orange beauty pageant peeper would say.
But notice Madame President’s response:
The Boss played down the block last night, and since I have nothing to do on a Thursday night, I walked over to Nationals Park to see him. In the soft summer rain (yes, I got wet).
The setup for a concert at the ballpark (and I guess at every ballpark) is to put the stage in centerfield. From a baseball standpoint, my seat was on the rail along the right field foul line, so my view was this:
Not quite the cheap seats, but also not down on the field where the cool kids get to play. I did realize, though, that I could have jumped the rail and been on field level, because the fat guy next to me did it without busting his ass. But I was comfortable enough, no one standing in front of me to block my view, and I didn’t necessarily care about standing because most of the people behind me were on their feet.
Although, somebody did call for security to tell people to sit down … at a Springsteen concert … like that was going to happen. (As you can tell from this interlude, the crowd skewed older. Springsteen has been active for more than 40 years, and it was obvious that a lot of the crowd had been to his first concerts.
Although the current Springsteen show is billed as The River Tour, there seemed to be a lot more “Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J.” and “The Wild, The Innocent and the E Street Shuffle.” Here’s the setlist. I only count three songs from “The River” album, Unless they mean it in a figurative sense, given that Nationals Park is next to the Anacostia River?
(The video links take you to setlist.com, where they have a video of the song being performed in places other than Nationals Park if you want the full concert experience.
I see Bruce Springsteen is on tour performing “The River,” and, since it’s a Springsteen concert, practically everything he’s ever done. It’s always interesting to see what covers he performs in concert, because had he not been Springsteen, he would definitely had the greatest cover band of all time.
And it’s great to see him do covers of my other favorite band, The Clash.
Like when he did this in London:
And then I saw he did another Clash cover in Florida:
Not quite “We Are the World,” but does get the point across.
We’re hearing all these stories about how Prince, the musician, was a great athlete. These stories are kind of old, and we didn’t believe them, but everyone swears they were true.
Like Prince and basketball:
Samuel L. Jackson says it’s true:
And Prince and ping pong:
Susan Sarandon says it’s true:
And I didn’t know Prince hung out with Michael Jackson and tormented him:
I would love to have been a fly on the wall for the Prince/Michael Jackson ping-pong match.
But there was respect. Prince wouldn’t have covered this song if he disrespected Michael.
I saw him in Lexington, Ky., at Rupp Arena in the late ’80s. It was the Purple Rain tour, and Sheila E was the opening act. I now realize that I hadn’t seen him enough times, probably because I though he’d live forever and I’d catch another show sooner or later.
The Prince tributes keep coming. This was three days ago. I was staying in Brooklyn that day and didn’t realize I was walking distance to this concert.