Forget the monster-themed ads, forget Ben Roethlisbergererer, forget how I will forget who won the Super Bowl by St. Patrick's Day. I want to talk about Bruce Springsteen's crotch. In your face.
I saw Bruce and 18 of his best friends perform during his Seeger Sessions days, and can honestly say I haven't been the same since. Call People Magazine; Bruce has GOT to be one of the sexiest people alive. He even made up for his two-hour tardiness with a non-stop three and some hours performance. I don't quite have the words to describe his energy and charisma and what he did to those middle-aged women I was surrounded by.
Enjoy this performance of one of my favorite songs, Long Black Veil. (Johnny Cash, Dave Matthews, and Bob Dylan all approve? Then I approve.) Though I can't view it myself while manning Jones Hall front desk, I trust in the power of YouTube and Bruce. And if it's an awful video, please accept my apologies.
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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