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LCMABhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93ZLkS3eUaU
Bild kommt erst kurz vor´m Schluß. Aber man sieht, wie Bruce seine Tränen wegwischt. Sehr bewegend.
Mensch, wo gräbst Du das bloß immer aus…. :wave:
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APRIL 22, TAMPA: „BETTER GET THIS RIGHT…. SOMEBODY’S WATCHING“
And the show goes on. Eight days after their last performance, five days after the passing of Danny Federici, and just one day after the funeral service, Bruce and the E Street Band took the stage in Tampa. There was no question that they’d be honoring Danny’s memory tonight. The real question might have been, how would they do it? The answer: by acknowledging the magnitude of the loss, by embracing Danny’s contributions to the band, by tapping a deep well of emotion and playing their hearts out all night.The night began with a film montage. Bruce and the E Streeters came out and turned to watch the screen behind Max’s drums, standing stone-still as archival footage and stills from Danny’s life (remember that long, flowing hair?) played out across it, set to „Blood Brothers.“ Patti was there, too, for her first show since 2008 — the E Street Band out in full force. A spotlight, meanwhile, lit up Danny’s organ riser (where his accordion was propped, too), and remained shining on the empty station for the band’s first song of the night, „Backstreets.“ Bruce gave a raw and emtional howl at the end, and as he pointed to the organ, the light faded.
After the poignant opening, Charlie Giordano came out to join the band from „Radio Nowhere“ on, remaining as subtle and discreet as you could possibly imagine on this night, while doing his job and doing it well. But emotional — even emotionally draining — as it was, it wasn’t a somber occasion. This was an intense performance, with each member of the band electrified. Solos — Max on „Badlands,“ Steve on „Gypsy Biker,“ Roy on „Racing in the Street“ (yes, they did „Racing,“) Nils on „Because the Night“ — burned even brighter. And Bruce himself put it all out there, starting with a thematic setlist clearly tailored to recall Federici’s place in this band of brothers and the impact of his musicianship on Springsteen’s work.
After „Gypsy Biker,“ Charlie moved over to the piano as Roy strapped on the accordion for „4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy).“ „We want to thank you for all your prayers and condolences,“ Springseen told the crowd. „Roy, you better get this right — somebody’s watching.“ Soozie and Patti offered beautiful harmonies, and it was a magical performance of „Sandy.“ Bruce wiped away tears and gave Roy a kiss. „One more fairy tale,“ he said, leading the band into „Growin‘ Up.“ That song recalled the old days in more ways than one, as Bruce began a little story during the instrumental break with that familiar phrase, „There we were…“
„There we were, on the highest hill in Flemington, New Jersey… It was a sunny, hot summer morning… and the preacher said… ‚I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere…'“
„Thank you so much for coming out tonight and helping us through,“ Bruce said as they came out for the encore. And he wasn’t just talkin‘: the crowd — unusually full for a postponed show — was there at every turn, giving the energy back on sing-alongs like „Badlands,“ „Out in the Street,“ and „Waitin‘ on a Sunny Day.“ For the first encore song, Bruce pulled out the premiere of an old gospel standby, „I’ll Fly Away.“ This one went out to Danny, of course, and everyone came down front — even Max, on tambourine — for a rousing rendition with a Seeger Sessions feel. Bruce called it „New Jersey bluegrass.“
A few songs later, „Spirit in the Night“ was setlisted, but Bruce chose to replace it with one of the only unplanned songs of the night — „Tenth Avenue Freeze-out.“ It was a fine choice, recalling the formation of the legendary band that Danny Federici was a part of from the beginning, its lyrics equal parts exasperation, determination, and celebration. Teardrops on the city, yes… and tonight they busted it in half for Danny.
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Ein besonderes Konzert war das in Tampa!
WG
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"You end up lika a dog that`s beat too much..."http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=1ABWI4ovE0w
Woody Guthrie
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"You end up lika a dog that`s beat too much..."FAREWELL TO DANNY
Let me start with the stories.
Back in the days of miracles, the frontier days when „Mad Dog“ Lopez and his temper struck fear into the band, small club owners, innocent civilians and all women, children and small animals.
Back in the days when you could still sign your life away on the hood of a parked car in New York City.
Back shortly after a young red-headed accordionist struck gold on the Ted Mack Amateur Hour and he and his mama were sent to Switzerland to show them how it’s really done.
Back before beach bums were featured on the cover of Time magazine.
I’m talking about back when the E Street Band was a communist organization! My pal, quiet, shy Dan Federici, was a one-man creator of some of the hairiest circumstances of our 40 year career… And that wasn’t easy to do. He had „Mad Dog“ Lopez to compete with…. Danny just outlasted him.
Maybe it was the „police riot“ in Middletown, New Jersey. A show we were doing to raise bail money for „Mad Log“ Lopez who was in jail in Richmond, Virginia, for having an altercation with police officers who we’d aggravated by playing too long. Danny allegedly knocked over our huge Marshall stacks on some of Middletown’s finest who had rushed the stage because we broke the law by…playing too long.
As I stood there watching, several police oficers crawled out from underneath the speaker cabinets and rushed away to seek medical attention. Another nice young officer stood in front of me onstage waving his nightstick, poking and calling me nasty names. I looked over to see Danny with a beefy police officer pulling on one arm while Flo Federici, his first wife, pulled on the other, assisting her man in resisting arrest.
A kid leapt from the audience onto the stage, momentarily distracting the beefy officer with the insults of the day. Forever thereafter, „Phantom“ Dan Federici slipped into the crowd and disappeared.
A warrant out for his arrest and one month on the lam later, he still hadn’t been brought to justice. We hid him in various places but now we had a problem. We had a show coming at Monmouth College. We needed the money and we had to do the gig. We tried a replacement but it didn’t work out. So Danny, to all of our admiration, stepped up and said he’d risk his freedom, take the chance and play.
Show night. 2,000 screaming fans in the Monmouth College gym. We had it worked out so Danny would not appear onstage until the moment we started playing. We figured the police who were there to arrest him wouldn’t do so onstage during the show and risk starting another riot.
Let me set the scene for you. Danny is hiding, hunkered down in the backseat of a car in the parking lot. At five minutes to eight, our scheduled start time, I go out to whisk him in. I tap on the window.
„Danny, come on, it’s time.“
I hear back, „I’m not going.“
Me: „What do you mean you’re not going?“
Danny: „The cops are on the roof of the gym. I’ve seen them and they’re going to nail me the minute I step out of this car.“
As I open the door, I realize that Danny has been smoking a little something and had grown rather paranoid. I said, „Dan, there are no cops on the roof.“
He says, „Yes, I saw them, I tell you. I’m not coming in.“
So I used a procedure I’d call on often over the next forty years in dealing with my old pal’s concerns. I threatened him…and cajoled. Finally, out he came. Across the parking lot and into the gym we swept for a rapturous concert during which we laughted like thieves at our excellent dodge of the local cops.
At the end of the evening, during the last song, I pulled the entire crowd up onto the stage and Danny slipped into the audience and out the front door. Once again, „Phantom“ Dan had made his exit. (I still get the occasional card from the old Chief of Police of Middletown wishing us well. Our histories are forever intertwined.) And that, my friends, was only the beginning.
There was the time Danny quit the band during a rough period at Max’s Kansas City, explaining to me that he was leaving to fix televisions. I asked him to think about that and come back later.
Or Danny, in the band rental car, bouncing off several parked cars after a night of entertainment, smashing out the windshield with his head but saved from severe injury by the huge hard cowboy hat he bought in Texas on our last Western swing.
Or Danny, leaving a large marijuana plant on the front seat of his car in a tow away zone. The car was promptly towed. He said, „Bruce, I’m going to go down and report that it was stolen.“ I said, „I’m not sure that’s a good idea.“
Down he went and straight into the slammer without passing go.
Or Danny, the only member of the E Street Band to be physically thrown out of the Stone Pony. Considering all the money we made them, that wasn’t easy to do.
Or Danny receiving and surviving a „cautionary assault“ from an enraged but restrained „Big Man“ Clarence Clemons while they were living together and Danny finally drove the „Big Man“ over the big top.
Or Danny assisting me in removing my foot from his stereo speaker after being the only band member ever to drive me into a violent rage.
And through it all, Danny played his beautiful, soulful B3 organ for me and our love grew. And continued to grow. Life is funny like that. He was my homeboy, and great, and for that you make considerations… And he was much more tolerant of my failures than I was of his.
When Danny wasn’t causing chaos, he was a sweet, talented, unassuming, unpretentious good-hearted guy who simply had an unchecked ability to make good fortune and things in general go fabulously wrong.
But beyond all of that, he also had a mountain of the right stuff. He had the heart and soul of an engineer. He learned to fly. He was always up on the latest technology and would explain it to you patiently and in enormous detail. He was always „souping“ something up, his car, his stereo, his B3. When Patti joined the band, he was the most welcoming, thoughtful, kindest friend to the first woman entering our „boys club.“
He loved his kids, always bragging about Jason, Harley, and Madison, and he loved his wife Maya for the new things she brought into his life.
And then there was his artistry. He was the most intuitive player I’ve ever seen. His style was slippery and fluid, drawn to the spaces the other musicians in the E Street Band left. He wasn’t an assertive player, he was a complementary player. A true accompanist. He naturally supplied the glue that bound the band’s sound together. In doing so, he created for himself a very specific style. When you hear Dan Federici, you don’t hear a blanket of sound, you hear a riff, packed with energy, flying above everything else for a few moments and then gone back in the track. „Phantom“ Dan Federici. Now you hear him, now you don’t.
Offstage, Danny couldn’t recite a lyric or a chord progression for one of my songs. Onstage, his ears opened up. He listened, he felt, he played, finding the perfect hole and placement for a chord or a flurry of notes. This style created a tremendous feeling of spontaneity in our ensemble playing.
In the studio, if I wanted to loosen up the track we were recording, I’d put Danny on it and not tell him what to play. I’d just set him loose. He brought with him the sound of the carnival, the amusements, the boardwalk, the beach, the geography of our youth and the heart and soul of the birthplace of the E Street Band.
Then we grew up. Very slowly. We stood together through a lot of trials and tribulations. Danny’s response to a mistake onstage, hard times, catastrophic events was usually a shrug and a smile. Sort of an „I am but one man in a raging sea, but I’m still afloat. And we’re all still here.“
I watched Danny fight and conquer some tough addictions. I watched him struggle to put his life together and in the last decade when the band reunited, thrive on sitting in his seat behind that big B3, filled with life and, yes, a new maturity, passion for his job, his family and his home in the brother and sisterhood of our band.
Finally, I watched him fight his cancer without complaint and with great courage and spirit. When I asked him how things looked, he just said, „what are you going to do? I’m looking forward to tomorrow.“ Danny, the sunny side up fatalist. He never gave up right to the end.
A few weeks back we ended up onstage in Indianapolis for what would be the last time. Before we went on I asked him what he wanted to play and he said, „Sandy.“ He wanted to strap on the accordion and revisit the boardwalk of our youth during the summer nights when we’d walk along the boards with all the time in the world.
So what if we just smashed into three parked cars, it’s a beautiful night! So what if we’re on the lam from the entire Middletown police department, let’s go take a swim! He wanted to play once more the song that is of course about the end of something wonderful and the beginning of something unknown and new.
Let’s go back to the days of miracles. Pete Townshend said, „a rock and roll band is a crazy thing. You meet some people when you’re a kid and unlike any other occupation in the whole world, you’re stuck with them your whole life no matter who they are or what crazy things they do.“
If we didn’t play together, the E Street Band at this point would probably not know one another. We wouldn’t be in this room together. But we do… We do play together. And every night at 8 p.m., we walk out on stage together and that, my friends, is a place where miracles occur…old and new miracles. And those you are with, in the presence of miracles, you never forget. Life does not separate you. Death does not separate you. Those you are with who create miracles for you, like Danny did for me every night, you are honored to be amongst.
Of course we all grow up and we know „it’s only rock and roll“…but it’s not. After a lifetime of watching a man perform his miracle for you, night after night, it feels an awful lot like love.
So today, making another one of his mysterious exits, we say farewell to Danny, „Phantom“ Dan, Federici. Father, husband, my brother, my friend, my mystery, my thorn, my rose, my keyboard player, my miracle man and lifelong member in good standing of the house rockin‘, pants droppin‘, earth shockin‘, hard rockin‘, booty shakin‘, love makin‘, heart breakin‘, soul cryin’… and, yes, death defyin‘ legendary E Street Band.
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+ das Danny Tribute-Video zum Download als .mov
http://media.brucespringsteen.net/non_secure/videos/DannyFedericiTribute.mov
Rechtsklick und speichern unter. Man braucht Quicktime zum anschauen.
UND NICHT DEN FEHLER WIE ICH MACHEN UND AUF ARBEIT ANKUCKEN!
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Ein sehr schönes Video. Vielen Dank für den Link.
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Ruhe in Frieden Danny!!
Danke für die Inspiration!!
„…when they build you brother, they broke the mold“
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Sehr bewegend!
WG
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"You end up lika a dog that`s beat too much..."25.4.2008 Atlanta/Georgia
Setliste:
1. Reason To Believe
2. Out In The Street
3. Radio Nowhere
4. No Surrender
5. BLINDED BY THE LIGHT ~ For Danny
6. Your Own Worst Enemy
7. Trapped
8. Murder Incorporated
9. Prove It All Night
10. She’s The One
11. Livin‘ In The Future
12. The Promised Land
13. Bobby Jean
14. Point Blank
15. Devil’s Arcade
16. The Rising
17. Last To Die
18. Long Walk Home
19. Badlands20. Thunder Road
21. Born To Run
22. Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
23. 10th Ave Freeze-out
24. American LandNo Patti
WG
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"You end up lika a dog that`s beat too much..."Ich muss jetzt einfach mal loswerden, dass die aktuelle Tour der absolute Hammer ist.
Man schaue sich nur mal die Setlists der letzten Wochen an. Jeden Abend gibts einen anderen Opener und da sind zum Teil richtige Raritäten bei wie Trapped, Roulette etc.
Dazu fast jeden Abend noch irgendeine Tour Premiere.
Also hier wird mit Sicherheit nicht einfach nur eine Greatest Hits Show routiniert runtergespielt, sondern jeder Abend bietet irgendwelche Überraschungen.
Dazu eine Reihe toller Gaststars wie zB The Arcade Fire oder vor kurzem auch Roger McGuinn.Und, am allerwichtigsten, eine blendend aufgelegte E Street Band mit viel Spass an der Sache.
Man weiß nie was die Jungs sich für den nächsten Abend wieder neues ausgedacht haben. Mal holt Bruce ein kleines Mädel auf die Bühne und tanz mit ihr oder er lässt sich im Sarg auf die Bühne bringen.
Ich hoffe inständig, dass es eine schön aufgemachte DVD Box zur Tour geben wird.--
Und es wird immer wilder, seit 2 Shows wird richtig im Archiv gegraben,
hier die setlists der letzten beiden Shows:Setlist, 27.04., Charlotte, NC:
Souls of the Departed (!!!)
Radio Nowhere
Night
The Promised Land
Wild Billy’s Circus Story (!!!!!)
Reason to Believe
Gypsy Biker
Candy’s Room (!!!)
Prove It All Night
She’s the One
Livin‘ in the Future
Darlington County
Girls in Their Summer Clothes
Lost in the Flood
Devil’s Arcade
The Rising
Last to Die
Long Walk Home
Badlands
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Thunder Road
Kitty’s Back
Born to Run
Dancing in the Dark
American Land (with Frank Bruno, Jr.)und gestern in Greensboro, NC die nächsten Hämmer:
Setlist:
Roulette (!!!!!!!)
Don’t Look Back (!!!!!!!!)
Radio Nowhere
Out in the Street
The Promised Land
Magic
Gypsy Biker
It’s Hard to Be a Saint in the City (!!!!)
Trapped
Because the Night
Darkness on the Edge of Town
She’s the One
Livin‘ in the Future
Mary’s Place (!!!!!!)
Waitin‘ on a Sunny Day
Devil’s Arcade
The Rising
Last to Die
Long Walk Home
Badlands
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Backstreets
Bobby Jean (!!!!)
Born to Run
Ramrod (!!!!)
American LandWegen DVD bin ich etwas skeptisch…weil, eine E-Street-Show ohne Danny auf DVD, weiß nicht, vielleicht etwas zu früh…oder sie nehmen einen von den ersten Gigs oder sie machen gleich ne „Danny-Gedenk-DVD“ – we will see!
PS: Eine der hammermäßgisten Gäste war ja wohl Rage’s Tom Morello bei den beiden Shows in Kalifornien, da haben sich Brucie und Mr. Morello aber sowas von gegenseitig die Saiten gequält, WWWWWRRROCK!!!
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Saffer on myspace: http://www.myspace.com/stefansafferMary’s Place (!!!!!!)?????
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LCMABMary’s Place (!!!!!!)?????
Yo, „Magic“-Tour-Premiere und kam gut, nicht so ausgelutscht wie bei der Rising-Tour, sondern kurz und knackig! „So, are you ready?“
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Saffer on myspace: http://www.myspace.com/stefansaffer
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