Dancing in the Dark

The staff are handing out wristbands to the fans.

I got to Copenhagen the day before the show, I spent a few hours downtown, doing some walking and sightseeing. I enjoyed a nice meal and went early to bed to be prepared.

The next morning I took the bus to Parken, and I arrived just be fore six o’ clock. There were two lines for the GA folks, and I got number 15 in my line. That was incredible low. Everything went smoothly, we were handed wristbands around ten and then we just waited. After five o’clock the security staff started to make everything ready and we weregoing to be let inside. When we got frisked the staff discovered my little digital camera that I brought with me. I weren’t allowed to take it inside, so me and another swede who also had a camera with him were sent to the wardrobe where we werw to leave our stuff. Of course this was at the other side of the arena so we ran like crazy to get there and back. When we returned, the gates were closed and the people without wristbands were waiting outside.

We thought we had lost our spots, but then as if by magic the gates opened, we showed our wristbands and got inside. After another frisking we got back in line, and then all of us walked behind one of the security staff to the pit. All went very calm and I got a spot in the front row. I was a little to the left of the base of the middle catwalk.

It felt great to be front row for the first time and on my 20th concert too! 😀 I enjoyed the show very much. Since it was not so hot I had a lot of energy, and when you got songs like Two hearts, Blinded by the Light, Something in the Night, Trapped and Downbound Train you couldn’t complain. Though I liked to be front row I must say I prefer to stay a bit further back. When you are in second or third row you can see more of the audiences response, hear the others sing and wave their hands. The spirit of the community is stronger.

Anyway, it was a great night. I danced and sang my heart out and was quite exhausted after the show. I got back to my hotel very late, since the bus never came and I had to walk to the station to catch a train. The line for the ticket machine was very long, but I finally got a much deserved shower and some sleep.

I’ll Work For Your Love

San Sirostadion i Milan, eller Stadio di Meazza som den heter.

The show in Milan goes down as one of the hottest days in my life. The temperature was somewhere between 30-40 degrees and the humidity was awful. In short, it was hotter than any hell you can imagine.

After a lot of fuss about the que, it started with two ones that after half a day became one, a lot of arguments about when to have roll calls in the night, we lined up in groups of fifty and waiting for our wristbands. They were handed out around ten the day of the show and I managed to get one. I was number 460 and they gave out 800 wristbands at first, but apparently more were handed out later.

Finally they opened the gates at maybe twenty minutes to five and we got in. Although I had a bad number i managed to get a spot at the left little catwalk, I was about 3rd or 4th row. They had put some sort of metal floor to protect the fotball ground, a floor that was more like a frying pan since it was glowing hot. A little hard to sit on… I had been drinking a lot of waterin the heat, about seven litres, but I must have lost too much minerals and salt in the heat, because I got an awful headache. The three hours before the show started went very slow my feet wereaching, head hurting and at that point I was truly wondering why in God’s name I was doing this.

But it all went away as soon as Bruce and the band came on stage. The show was really greate, Bruce was very playful, but it was hard to appreciate the show as much as it deserved. It was simply too hot. The security handed out water, Bruce himself splashed people in front with a spnge and handed them water. It wasn’t bothering me that much, not as much as the pangs in my head. But anywat it was great. I especially enjoyed Rosalita, Racing in the Street, the surprise opener Summertime Blues and the Detroit Medley. And of course Twist and Shout. Although he must have felt the heat just as much as we in the audience, Bruce never hesitated to give us all he could.

Domen i Milano �r otroligt vacker.

I was totally worn out afterwards, but after some food, more water and a shower I felt better and fell asleep as soon as I put my head down on the pillow.

After one day at home, doing some laundry, I’m taking the train to Copenhagen in Denmark tomorrow morning. The next show is on Sunday, June 29th.


Back in Your Arms

I’m a bit nervous, tomorrow I’m going to fly to Milan, Italy, to attend the first of my hopefully six Springsteen concerts during this tour.

I’m going to see the shows in Milan, Copenhagen, Göteborg (both of them) and Barcelona, but I’m still missing a ticket for the first Barcelona gig. But I’ll hope I’ll get hold of one once I get to Spain.

Anyway, it’s my first trip to Italy and I’m very excited. I’ve heard that the italian audience is very enthusiastic, so my hopes are high for a good show. But I’m also anxious about getting a good spot, the stadio Meazza is so big… And I do want to be up front in order to see. What if I get to far back? Will it be terrible then?

The usual worries, what to wear, how to get enough to drink and to eat so I won’t faint, keep cool in the hot weather (it’s supposed to be around 30 degrees Celsius in Milan) and all that is also building up. But it’ll work out fine, I’m sure. I’m just a little rusty since last years queing. But a picture like this helps to get the spirits going. Now I just have to check my luggage all over again so I haven’t forgotten anything…

See you in Milan! 😀Magic tour Paris 2007

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