22.03.77 Boston, MA, intro to ´It´s My Life´
´´I remember….I remember it was summertime….me and this friend of mine, we used to get his old man´s car and we used to take off at night towards the beach….lived about 20 miles inland, it´d take us about a half hour to get there….we were too young, they wouldn´t let us into bars at the time so we used to park outside on the street, we used to get the bouncers to leave the doors open and we´d sit there on the curb just talking, sitting on the hood of the car listening to the bands that were coming down out of New York City to play down along the coast in the summertime….and we´d sit there….we´d sit there all night long, around 4 o´clock we´d head back home….and I remember always on that ride back home thinking, ´cause my old man, every time….as long as I can remember, since I was….since I was real small, that at 9 o´clock every night he used to shut off all the lights in the house….sit in the kitchen in the dark, smoking a cigarette, drinking beer and my mom, she used to sit in the frontroom with just the tv on….and if you came in and turned the lights on, he´d get real pissed off (?)….I remember I´d be getting out of that car 4 in the morning, he used to lock up the frontdoor so that me and my sister couldn´t come in around the front, so we used to have to pass in the kitchen….I´d be standing there in the driveway looking through, looking through the screen door, I could see the light of his cigarette….I´d slick my hair back real tight so he couldn´t tell how long it was…..try to make it through the kitchen to my room…..every night he´d wait till I thought I had it made and he´d call my name to come back and sit down at the kitchen table….we were sitting there in the dark or sometimes….5 o´clock in the morning, we´d go out in his car….and he´d always drive by, there was this white house on the outside of town (?) rising up past the factories….and we´d sit outside that house, he´d start talking to me…. and we´d head back home….he´d start off easy, just how I was doing, how things was going ….and pretty soon he´d be….asking me where I….where I was getting my money from…. what I thought I was doing with myself….and how he was sitting there every night watching, watching my whole life go to waste in front of him….watching me making nothing of myself ….and we´d start screaming at each other, my mother, she´d end up running in, running in from the frontroom….trying to keep us from fighting with each other, pulling him off me…. and every night I´d end up….pulling away from him, running back outside, back out into the street telling him that someday, someday he was just gonna have to learn to live with it…. because it was life, I was gonna do what I wanted to do….”
22.03.77 Boston, MA, intro to ´Thunder Road´
´´Alright, here´s for our Boston godfather, Jerry and uh….the King (chuckles)….Professor, please….”
22.03.77 Boston, MA, middle of ´Backstreets´
´´Just me and you, baby…just me and you, girl….I remember….this guy abandoned this old car in this field about a mile and a half outside of town and at night we used to hitchhike out there….it was about 3 or 400 feet off the tracks and baby´d take me riding….way down….by the railroad tracks….in the backeat….in the backseat….in the backseat of that old Cadillac…. baby´d take me riding in back…..oh, take me riding in back…..(?)….baby, take me riding ´round and down and down and down and down and down….and the rain, the rain came tumbling down…..take me riding in back…..I remember that night these kids set fire to this abandoned farmhouse about a half a mile up the road….and they had these machines down there and they had these engines down there, to the backseat of that old car, we could see the flames shooting across the sky, we´d see the water shooting in the air….baby, take me riding, oh, oh, take me riding ….(?) because you promised that you was never gonna go anyplace out of town without me ….and you promised you was never gonna anyplace outside that town without me….and baby, you promised, and baby, you promised….we´d watch the flames come rushing towards across the field, just rushing towards us across the field and I knew, I knew, baby, you, I knew, baby, you lied….baby, you lied…..pretty li-li-li-lies….your pretty li-li-li-lies….your pretty li-li-li-lies…..your pretty lies, I was just wishing….just felt…. felt all my muscles hurting real bad, I was just wishing that….was just wishing that God would send some angels to blow this whole damn town right into the sea….I was just wishing that God would send some angels and blow this whole damn town right into the sea….I was just wishing that God would send some angels and blow this whole damn town right into the sea…just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, BLOW IT ALL AWAY…. BLOW IT ALL AWAY….BLOW IT ALL AWAY !….”
22.03.77 Boston, MA, intro to ´Rosalita´
´´This is for the guys up there in cheap seats, this next tune (chuckles)….they pass out the oxygen masks up there, right ? (chuckles)….this is a sad story (?), it´s a sad story, it´s a story about, uh…I used to go out with this girl that I wrote this song about, you know….and she dumped me for this guy that ran this gas, gas-station down along the coast….(some girls scream) what ?….oh, yeah, that´s right, that´s this song (chuckles) (?)…..anyway, wherever you are, I still love her so, Rosie, come out tonight…..
(….) On the piano….the man with all the degrees and all the keys….Professor Roy Bittan….. play it, Roy….on the guitar, a man who brought you such great hits as….´I Don´t Wanna Go Home´….´Sweeter Than Honey´….poet of the soul, master of rock and roll, the magnificent Miami Steve Van Zandt….on the bass guitar, Mr.Garry W.Tallent….on the drums, the Migh-ty Max….on the organ, now you see him, now you don´t, Phantom Dan Federici…..oh yeah ….yeah, yeah, yeah (?)….all the way in the back….Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…..via Newark Airport….the Miami Horns….alright….are you ready for the master of the universe ?…..are you ready for the king of the world ?….are you ready for Mr.Hollywood ?….are you ready for the president (?)….you all know him, his majesty, the Big Man, Clarence Clemons on the saxophone….”
Compiled by : Johanna Pirttijärvi