In lieu of the fact that in less than two weeks, I will be back with Bruce Springsteen live and in person, I finally compiled a list of every place and every song I have ever seen Bruce perform live.
8/30/02 St. Louis, MO - Savvis Center - The Rising Tour
10/3/03 Flushing, NY - Shea Stadium - The Rising Tour
10/4/03 Flushing, NY - Shea Stadium - The Rising Tour
10/3/04 Detroit, MI - Cobo Arena - Vote for Change Tour
10/5/04 St. Paul, MN - Xcel Energy Center - Vote For Change Tour
5/10/05 St. Paul, MN - Xcel Energy Center - Devils and Dust Tour
5/11/05 Chicago, IL - Rosemont Theatre - Devils and Dust Tour
8/7/05 Milwaukee, WI - Bradley Center - Devils and Dust Tour
10/12/05 Minneapolis, MN - Northrom Auditorium - Devils and Dust Tour
10/13/05 Chicago, IL - United Center - Devils and Dust Tour
10/15/05 Madison, WI - Alliant Energy Center - Devils and Dust Tour
6/11/06 St. Paul, MN - Xcel Energy Center - Seeger Sessions Tour
6/13/06 Tinley Park, IL - First Midwest Bank Amphitheatre - Seeger Sessions Tour
11/2/07 St. Paul, MN - Xcel Energy Center - Magic Tour
The number next to the song indicates how many times I have seen it performed live (yep...I am a total dork.) Here we go...
A Good Man is Hard to Find 1
Across the Border 1
Ain't Got You 4
All Along the Watchtower 1 (with Neil Young)
All I'm Thinkin' About 3
All That Heaven Will Allow 2
American Land 1
Another Thin Line 2
Atlantic City 2
Back In Your Arms 3
Bad Day 2 (with REM)
Badlands 6
Because the Night 4 (twice with Michael Stipe)
Blinded By the Light 1
Blood Brothers 1
Bobby Jean 3
Book of Dreams 1
Born in the U.S.A. 4
Born to Run 6 (twice with Mike Mills and Peter Buck)
Brilliant Disguise 1
Bring Them Home 2
Buffalo Gals 2
Candy's Room 1
Centerfield 2 (both with John Fogerty)
Code of Silence 1
Countin' on a Miracle 1
Dancing in the Dark 5
Darkness on the Edge of Town 2
Deja Vu All Over Again 2 (both with John Fogerty)
Devils & Dust 6
Devils Arcade 1
Does this Bust Stop at 82nd Street? 1
Downbound Train 1
Dream Baby Dream 5
Empty Sky 5
Erie Canal 1
Eyes on the Prize 2
For You 1
Fortunate Son 2 (both with John Fogerty)
Frankie 1
Further On (Up the Road) 5
Girls in Their Summer Clothes 1
Glory Days 1
Growin' Up 3
Gypsy Biker 1
Highway 29 1
Highway 61 Revisited 1 (with Bob Dylan)
Highway Patrolman 1
How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times and Live? 2
I Wanna Marry You 1
I Wish I Were Blind 2
I'm on Fire 1
Idiot's Delight 3
If I Should Fall Behind 2
Incident on 57th Street 3 (solo twice, full band once...yep, it matters)
Into the Fire 4
Jacob's Ladder 2
Janey Don't Lose Your Heart 1
Jesse James 2
Jesus Was an Only Son 6
John Henry 2
Johnny 99 7
Land of Hope and Dreams 5
Last to Die 1
Leah 3
Light of Day 1
Livin' in the Future 1
Living Proof 1
Lonesome Day 7
Long Black Veil 2
Long Time Comin' 6
Long Walk Home 1
Lost in the Flood 1
Magic 1
Man on the Moon 2 (both with REM)
Maria's Bed 2
Mary's Place 5
Metamoros Banks 6
Mrs. McGrath 2
My Beautiful Reward 2
My Best Was Never Good Enough 2
My City of Ruins 3
My Father's House 1
My Oklahoma Home 2
Nebraska 3
New York City Serenade 1
Night 2
No Surrender 3
Nothing Man 2
O Mary Don't You Weep 2
Old Dan Tucker 2
One Step Up 1
Open All Night 3
Paradise 2
Part Man, Part Monkey 2
Pay Me My Money Down 2
People Have the Power 2 (both with Bright Eyes, REM, John Fogerty, Neil and Pegi Young, once with Dixie Chicks as well)
Pink Cadillac 1
Point Blank 1
Proud Mary 1 (with John Fogerty)
Prove It All Night 3
Quarter to Three 1
Racing in the Street 2
Radio Nowhere 1
Rag Mama Rag 1
Ramrod 2
Reason to Believe 5
Rendezvous 1
Reno 6
Rockin' in the Free World 1 (with REM, John Fogerty, Neil and Pegi Young)
Rosalita 2
Roulette 2
Seven Nights to Rock 2
She's the One 1
Shut Out the Light 1
Silver Palomino 2
Souls of the Departed 2 (once with Neil Young)
State Trooper 2
The Fuse 1
The Hitter 3
The Line 1
The New Timer 3
The Promised Land 10 (twice with John Fogerty)
The Rising 12
The River 3
The Star-Spangled Banner 2
The Ties That Bind 4
This Hard Land 1
Thunder Road 3
Tougher Than the Rest 1
Travelin' Band 1 (with John Fogerty)
Tunnel of Love 1
Twist and Shout 2
Two Hearts 1
Valentine's Day 1
Waitin' on a Sunny Day 3
We Shall Overcome 2
(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding 2 (both with with Bright Eyes, REM, John Fogerty, Neil and Pegi Young)
When the Saints Go Marching In 2
When You're Alone 1
Wild Billy's Circus Story 1
Working on the Highway 1
Worlds Apart 1
Wreck on the Highway 1
You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch) 2
You're Missing 2
Your Own Worst Enemy 1
Youngstown 2
I have seen Bruce 14 times in concert.
I have seen Bruce in 9 different cities.
I have seen Bruce sing 340 songs.
I have seen Bruce sing 148 different songs.
I have seen Bruce sing 33 covers.
I have seen Bruce play The Rising 12 times, which the song I have heard the most live.
I have seen Bruce on 5 different tours (every single tour since I had my Bruce Springsteen moment seven years ago.)
I have seen Bruce play the most on the Devils and Dust tour (6 times...which is ironic considering I didn't even like that album, except for Jesus Was An Only Son...yes, they were still absolutely beautiful shows.)
I have seen Bruce play with the E Street Band, the Seeger Sessions Band and solo.
I have seen Bruce play with special guests Al Leiter, Jon Landeau, Willie Nile, Gary U.S. Bonds, Bob Dylan, Garland Jeffreys, Bright Eyes, the Dixie Chicks, R.E.M., John Fogerty, Neil Young and Pegi Young.
I have cried at all 14 Bruce shows AT LEAST once.
I, Mary Alexandra Jones, am totally obsessed with Bruce Springsteen.
It's just astounding that these Bruce shows always seem to come when I need them the most. It's also astounding that I have seen both Silver Palimino and Part Man, Part Monkey multiple times and have NEVER SEEN JUNGLELAND! Two chances, Brucey, to make it up to me...
St. Paul and Milwaukee...Mama Jones is coming up from KC, MO for both shows and my WonderTwin is traveling to both as well. I'll get to rock out with most of the Minnesotan rock'n'roll rats, Jake and Justin (my long time Bruce brothers), downattheresevoir and her sis, windycitydarling, her husband and her 20 year old son (a Bruce virgin), Cline (an awesomely perverted I think maybe Republican)...I can't wait to be back together with my people, screaming, dancing and sobbing!
BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE!
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Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Happy Valentine's Day to MEEEEEEE!
I recieved a message from Jason Isbell today...
Alexa,
These pictures are great! We'd love to use them on our MySpace page. What is your mailing address? We'll send you a thank you package once things slow down a bit.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I immediately started laughing and ran out to call Jen where we proceeded to list about a dozen inappropriate packages Jason could send to me (yeah, imagine that.) I just had to tell everyone that knew how much this could have meant to me. JASON ISBELL! Then, I couldn't stop smiling. It felt a lot like my first photo as POTW on hwts or my first shot in vita.mn. To beat this pony for the zillionth time...JASON ISBELL IS ONE OF MY VERY FAVORITES! HIS ALBUM IS ONE OF MY VERY FAVORITES! HIS SHOWS ARE SOME OF MY VERY FAVORITES! And he liked my work enough to even CONSIDER sending a package. I don't care if it's a postcard. I don't care if it's the album, which I own in several different formats. I don't care if it's a t-shirt or a big ass bottle of whiskey. I don't care if it's nothing ever. Because, in this case, it seriously is the thought that counts (though a "thank you package" would be so effing amazing.)*
I do this because there is nothing I love more than a really rad show and it's become a mission to try to capture that, in pictures especially, words often, or shouting it from a mountain top always. I get so much out of live music and I love being able to repay those artists with my work. I know I have A LOT to learn. I know that concert photography can be "a dime a dozen." It doesn't have to be, though, and I want to continue to challenge myself to capture what I experience. It's not lucrative but it's my life and when a musician takes the time to even say thank you, especially those that aren't from around here, it means the world to me. I've made really amazing friends through this because I've left a venue with 4GB of shots, bawling and/or grinning from ear to ear, and I sent those musicians my pictures, and then all of a sudden you're having two hour conversations about art and life over pad thai or laughing ridiculously at a candyshop in downtown St. Paul or analyzing the Bruce Kingdom and everything that involves over greasy bar food. It's been almost exactly one year since I started doing this seriously and I will continue on, because I'm as excited about it now as I was that first time I looked down to my LCD screen and saw what a good camera could do. So, that's that.
And also, I know it's just myspace, but seeing MY picture as Jason Isbell's profile shot gives me a giant girly boner...and also great...going to the Drive-by Truckers page to see that same shot in their top friends. Hell. Yes.
And also, this must be a tiny tiny tiny tiny TINY fraction of what Jim Walsh felt when he got that hand-written thank you note from Bruce Springsteen.
And also, first step, Jason, many MANY steps later, Bruce. I'm just saying.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Press here for the rest of my shots from that night, including Will Hoge's co-headling set. God bless the Varsity's lighting.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
*If one of Jason Isbell's people, Jason Isbell himself (god help me), or someone who has ever had a conversation with Jason Isbell happens upon this, I swear to the gods that I'm not a creep or crazy (in the bad way.) Just wanted to throw that out there for the sake of my (ever dwindling) dignity.
Happy Valentine's Day, LUVAHS!
xoxo,
Alexa, She Who Pines Away For A Package from the Postman
Alexa,
These pictures are great! We'd love to use them on our MySpace page. What is your mailing address? We'll send you a thank you package once things slow down a bit.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I immediately started laughing and ran out to call Jen where we proceeded to list about a dozen inappropriate packages Jason could send to me (yeah, imagine that.) I just had to tell everyone that knew how much this could have meant to me. JASON ISBELL! Then, I couldn't stop smiling. It felt a lot like my first photo as POTW on hwts or my first shot in vita.mn. To beat this pony for the zillionth time...JASON ISBELL IS ONE OF MY VERY FAVORITES! HIS ALBUM IS ONE OF MY VERY FAVORITES! HIS SHOWS ARE SOME OF MY VERY FAVORITES! And he liked my work enough to even CONSIDER sending a package. I don't care if it's a postcard. I don't care if it's the album, which I own in several different formats. I don't care if it's a t-shirt or a big ass bottle of whiskey. I don't care if it's nothing ever. Because, in this case, it seriously is the thought that counts (though a "thank you package" would be so effing amazing.)*
I do this because there is nothing I love more than a really rad show and it's become a mission to try to capture that, in pictures especially, words often, or shouting it from a mountain top always. I get so much out of live music and I love being able to repay those artists with my work. I know I have A LOT to learn. I know that concert photography can be "a dime a dozen." It doesn't have to be, though, and I want to continue to challenge myself to capture what I experience. It's not lucrative but it's my life and when a musician takes the time to even say thank you, especially those that aren't from around here, it means the world to me. I've made really amazing friends through this because I've left a venue with 4GB of shots, bawling and/or grinning from ear to ear, and I sent those musicians my pictures, and then all of a sudden you're having two hour conversations about art and life over pad thai or laughing ridiculously at a candyshop in downtown St. Paul or analyzing the Bruce Kingdom and everything that involves over greasy bar food. It's been almost exactly one year since I started doing this seriously and I will continue on, because I'm as excited about it now as I was that first time I looked down to my LCD screen and saw what a good camera could do. So, that's that.
And also, I know it's just myspace, but seeing MY picture as Jason Isbell's profile shot gives me a giant girly boner...and also great...going to the Drive-by Truckers page to see that same shot in their top friends. Hell. Yes.
And also, this must be a tiny tiny tiny tiny TINY fraction of what Jim Walsh felt when he got that hand-written thank you note from Bruce Springsteen.
And also, first step, Jason, many MANY steps later, Bruce. I'm just saying.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Press here for the rest of my shots from that night, including Will Hoge's co-headling set. God bless the Varsity's lighting.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
*If one of Jason Isbell's people, Jason Isbell himself (god help me), or someone who has ever had a conversation with Jason Isbell happens upon this, I swear to the gods that I'm not a creep or crazy (in the bad way.) Just wanted to throw that out there for the sake of my (ever dwindling) dignity.
Happy Valentine's Day, LUVAHS!
xoxo,
Alexa, She Who Pines Away For A Package from the Postman
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Monday, October 8, 2007
Marah & My Midwest Memory of the East
I'm broke. Broker than I've ever been broke. Without the help of my friends, I'd be fucked. But I am slowly fixing it. And dreaming extra big for the end of this suffocating journey.
Seriously, hatred for one's job can lead to a reckless denial (I'm not talking about lines of gold laced coke off of a Puerto Rican hooker or anything, just too many expensive trips, camera lenses and meals out.) But I don't hate my job any more. Cause I got a new one. The Department Store can kiss my ass-as-big-as-a-muthafucka goodbye.
As I was walking down University Ave after my new job last Wednesday, enjoying the sunlight and looking forward to a night of home cooked meals, awesomely shitty television and editing photos, I thought about how great it would be if I were in a position to be financial free. At that moment, I would get a scoop of sorbet from the Crema Cafe and sit in their quaint Italian garden that overlooks Lyndale. But I need real food and the occasional cup of coffee (I've stopped drinking lattes cause they are just too expensive). I have seven dollars to get me through the week. I've got seven dollars to my name.
OH MY GOD
I just stopped dead in my tracks and mouthed the phrase "oh my god."
SEVEN DOLLARS TO MY NAME
That one phrase sparked the memory of song to me, my Marah song.
Smiling, I started singing softly to myself and moved forward again.
Got seven dollars to my name
Got sixteen cigarettes somehow I just ain't smoked yet
Got two shoelaces and two shoes
I should toss ‘em on the telephone wire as a monument to my blues
I'm goin' down to get a coffee
Gonna mean one less buck
Maybe six will bring me luck
Got a little shake I kept in the fridge
Gonna drink my bean and walk out smoking on the Walt Whitman Bridge
Faraway from these winter streets
On a cloudless day
Your memory
Blows away
Got a leather wallet on a chain
Got a picture of my lover's lips before they dried up under my kiss
A prayer in my heart I'm too scared to recite
Oughtta toss that stale loaf of words to the birds as a monument to my whole life.
I felt the connection in my gut. For that moment, for that seven seconds maybe, Marah made okay. I was so good.
For the rest of my Marah rock 'n roll weekend in Philly & NYC(and the peaceful times on the city streets & Coney Island), press here.
Seriously, hatred for one's job can lead to a reckless denial (I'm not talking about lines of gold laced coke off of a Puerto Rican hooker or anything, just too many expensive trips, camera lenses and meals out.) But I don't hate my job any more. Cause I got a new one. The Department Store can kiss my ass-as-big-as-a-muthafucka goodbye.
As I was walking down University Ave after my new job last Wednesday, enjoying the sunlight and looking forward to a night of home cooked meals, awesomely shitty television and editing photos, I thought about how great it would be if I were in a position to be financial free. At that moment, I would get a scoop of sorbet from the Crema Cafe and sit in their quaint Italian garden that overlooks Lyndale. But I need real food and the occasional cup of coffee (I've stopped drinking lattes cause they are just too expensive). I have seven dollars to get me through the week. I've got seven dollars to my name.
OH MY GOD
I just stopped dead in my tracks and mouthed the phrase "oh my god."
SEVEN DOLLARS TO MY NAME
That one phrase sparked the memory of song to me, my Marah song.
Smiling, I started singing softly to myself and moved forward again.
Got seven dollars to my name
Got sixteen cigarettes somehow I just ain't smoked yet
Got two shoelaces and two shoes
I should toss ‘em on the telephone wire as a monument to my blues
I'm goin' down to get a coffee
Gonna mean one less buck
Maybe six will bring me luck
Got a little shake I kept in the fridge
Gonna drink my bean and walk out smoking on the Walt Whitman Bridge
Faraway from these winter streets
On a cloudless day
Your memory
Blows away
Got a leather wallet on a chain
Got a picture of my lover's lips before they dried up under my kiss
A prayer in my heart I'm too scared to recite
Oughtta toss that stale loaf of words to the birds as a monument to my whole life.
I felt the connection in my gut. For that moment, for that seven seconds maybe, Marah made okay. I was so good.
For the rest of my Marah rock 'n roll weekend in Philly & NYC(and the peaceful times on the city streets & Coney Island), press here.
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