For fans of The Boss, his music is tied to our lives, to specific moments that we will always remember. The first time a CD entered the house, in the mid-eighties, when there were hardly any here, was because my father, Dr. Bombí, during a stay in New York, had the idea to buy a discman and a few compacts, among which was the legendary Born in the USA, placed again and again under the sign of technological innovation. The first big concert, at the Camp Nou, the Amnesty International tour in 1988, a mass bath that awakened a vocation to rock in a teenager. The first listen to The river on cassette, and that unsuspected cry...
Or the first concert without the E Street Band, at the Monumental, and later the meeting with the whole band..., and so on. Or, in between, the readings of letters with the learning of a language that was much more foreign than it is now. School essays with impossible dreams sharing the stage. Or recite the translation of a song as if it were a poem and see the audience's surprised faces when they found out who it was... Share.
And then one day comes when you have kids and you know that if you want them to understand what Bruce Springsteen means to you, you'll have to go there together. Here we go.
