Story 1976-08-05 Monmouth Arts Center, Red Bank, NJ
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05.08.76 Red Bank, NJ, intro to ´It´s My Life´
´´I grew up in this small town, lived in this two-family house on Main Street….my Mom used to work downtown as a secretary in one of the office buildings….and my Pop, he was a guard at the jail for a while, sometimes he, sometimes he worked in a plastics’ factory….he used to work in this old rug-mill until they closed the place down ….a lot of times he just stayed home…..at night I used to go out all the time (?) me and my sister….and….if we came in, if we came in early….it was never so bad ´cause my father, every night he´d sit in the kitchen, shut out all the lights in the house around nine o´clock, he´d sit there at the kitchen table….used to drink beer all night, smoke cigarettes….my mom used to sit in the frontroom with just the TV on….(?) watching TV all night, wake up and go to work in the morning….I used to run off to New York whenever I could, on the weekends and stuff….but I always knew my father´d be sitting there at that kitchen table waiting for me when I came home….. sometimes I´d come in around….two in the morning, three in the morning….he´d lock up the frontdoor so we couldn´t come in the front, we used to have to come in around the screendoor into the kitchen and I´d stand there in the driveway and I could see him, I could see the light of his cigarette butt through the door….and sometimes I´d stand there….just watching….and I´d slick my hair back real tight and hope I could get through the kitchen before he´d stop me….and he´d always wait till I was just about in the livingroom and he´d call my name to come back and sit down with him…..sitting there in the dark I could….I could never….I could always hear his voice but I could never see his face…..we’d start off talking about nothing much…..what I was doing, how things were going….then he´d start asking me where I was….where I was getting my money from, what I thought I was doing with myself….he wanted to know where I was going all the time, you know (?) and we’d start screaming at each other and my mother’d be coming in from the frontroom to try and keep us from fighting with each other….and pretty soon I´d be running out the backdoor…. telling him, telling him how it was my life and I could do what I wanted to do….´´

05.08.76 Red Bank, NJ, intro to ´She´s the One´
´´20 years ago….these scientist unearthed this beat that they found went back to the beginning of the universe….they found traces of this beat….in the dirt on Mars….when the men landed on the moon and the Houston control was trying to get through, all they heard was….was this beat….they finally traced it back to its origin….in the deepest, darkest part of the world….somewhere off the Route 18….(?) when this beat was played….girls tore off their clothes and jumped into the aisles….grown men fell to their knees and cried….the good girls went bad….and the bad girls got worse….´´

05.08.76 Red Bank, NJ, middle of ´Rosalita´
´´On the piano….and vocals…..(?)…..Professor Roy Bittan, a warm round of applause, please ….play it, Professor (Roy plays a long piece)….on the guitar (?) such hits as ´Sweeter than Honey´, ´I Don´t Wanna Go Home´….Miami Steve Van Zandt….on the bass guitar, Mr.Garry W. Tallent….on the drums, the Mighty Max….on the organ, Phantom Dan Federici….last but not least, king of the world, master of the motherfucking universe….the next President…. Mr.Hollywood….on the saxophone….Clarence Clemons….”

05.08.76 Red Bank, NJ, intro to ´Raise Your Hand´
´´(?) anybody with a weak stomach must step into the lobby, the first note Miami Horns hit may be lethal and dangerous to your heart and your health so please gimme an E…an S…..T ….R….E….E….T….what´s that spell ? (crowd: ´E Street´)….what´s that spell ? (crowd: ´E Street´)….what does that spell ? (crowd: ´E Street´)….ah, raise your hand…..
(….) I don´t know if I can go on….I don´t know if I can go on…..well, are you with me ? (cheers) I said are you with me ? (cheers) then you have to get up….(?) get up, get up, get up, get up….and just raise your hand…..´´

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