Springsteen

Well, we had a great time at the Bruce Springsteen concert, but then how could big fans like us not? Three solid hours of rock and roll. There’s nothing like one of his concerts. I went with my boyfriend and his 2 daughters.




To keep this blog horse related, did you know that his daughter rides and shows? This could be why some of the songs he’s written in the last few years mention horses.



One song is titled “My silver palomino” who is “Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground” and there is “Outlaw Pete” where Pete stole a Mustang pony and was pursued by a man on an Irish stallion. “There's a pale horse comin'” in “Dead Man Walking. “Her Appaloosa's kickin' in the corral smelling rain” in “Dry Lightning.”



I’m sure there are more, too, but these are the ones that come to my mind.



We got home pretty late—mostly because of the parking garage—we lost the car in it. It was pretty funny. We were one of the last cars to leave. As I walked into the door, I heard another beautiful voice singing—Thunder! He was so glad to see me. He hates when I come home late—and I sure do get a greeting.