I think that the music of your childhood stays with you. My mom was a big Springsteen fan and that left a mark on her kids.
The liner notes from Tunnel of Love are the first thing I remember being able to read on my own. In the days of VCRs, we later had the Video Anthology 1978-1988 on VHS- it was a collection of Springsteen songs, like an album, but with the music videos. I thought the music video to Tunnel of Love was weird and I didn’t understand it.
The soundtrack of my life includes many Springsteen songs.
I can’t listen to “Lonesome Day” without thinking about my first real boyfriend and the long slow goodbye that our long distance relationship became when I graduated from college and moved away. I can’t hear “Mary Queen of Arkansas” without thinking about the contemplative drives I took after we broke up. The line, “How can you hold me so damn tight, but love me so damn loose?” brought everything about that relationship into focus and gave me the closure I was ready for and needed.
I associate long trips in the car with Born to Run. If I am in a car for longer than about 2 hours, Born to Run is happening.
When I hear Glory Days, I think about being an athlete- and convincing myself that the best way to ward off feeling like my best days were behind me was to not stop playing:
Now I think I’m going down to the well tonight
And I’m going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don’t sit around thinking about it
But I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
A little of the glory of, well time slips away
And leaves you with nothing mister but
Boring stories of glory days
When Springsteen announced that he was going to be doing a show on Broadway, my sister and I both entered into the lottery to get tickets. She ended up getting two tickets in the lottery and so the game was afoot, because, as you can see, there are three Bishop girls.
I rolled the dice- flights to NYC are dirt cheap from Chicago. So, I figured, worst case scenario, if I couldn’t secure a ticket, NBD- I could still see my mom and sis and have a good time in the Big Apple. Plus, I might get a chance at crossing the Brooklyn Bridge on foot, which would help me check an item off my list.
Long story short- I didn’t get a ticket to Springsteen- because I aren’t always lucky and because I am not insane (read: willing to spend more than $200 on a concert ticket. Its about priorities). Which is okay. My sister and I had the genius plan to split the show in half and- no. That didn’t work either. It’s frowned upon to do that. Plus it would have been really disruptive for the show. So, my mom and sister went, which was cool.
I got to cross the Brooklyn Bridge on foot. Not going to lie, this is one of those things that you do in spite of tourists. I recognize the irony of my saying that, given that I was a tourist at this point in time. But I try *really* hard not to act like a tourist, so I feel like that gives me all the reason I need to be hella smug.
We did get to check out the New York Public Library, which has been an illusive goal for the last 15 years of my life, every time I have been to NYC. By now, you should know how I feel about libraries (LOVE THEM) – so it was super fun. Probably also a lot better without tourists there. I can’t imagine being a normal person trying to go about my day getting shit done and having to contend with all these tourists.
My mom was on the hunt for bougie wool and leather, for various crafting projects. My sister, who is the smartest of us Bishop kids, got us a hotel room in the garment district. Guess what was *literally* two blocks from our hotel? Mood Fabrics. We went in and my mom bought a shit ton of wool and we actually talked to Mood’s wool guy. Who is actually in the book about Mood. No Tim Gunn sightings, but we did see swatch, which is cool.
In all, it was a super chill time. We had a pretty good experience in NYC. My mom got to see the Boss 40 years after seeing him on tour in Michigan. My sister got to see Springsteen for the first time. So that was nice.