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There’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and get lost in a sea of blue. A Jersey-accented voice says, “It’s about time, kid,” and Frank Sinatra ra… - Bruce Springsteen
" "There’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and get lost in a sea of blue. A Jersey-accented voice says, “It’s about time, kid,” and Frank Sinatra rattles the ice in his glass of Jack Daniel’s. Looking at the swirling deep-brown liquid, he whispers, “Ain’t it beautiful?” This is my introduction to the Chairman of the Board. We spend the next half hour talking Jersey, Hoboken, swimming in the Hudson River and the Shore. We then sit down for dinner at a table with Robert De Niro, Angie Dickinson and Frank and his wife, Barbara. This is all occurring at the Hollywood “Guinea Party” Patti and I have been invited to, courtesy of Tita Cahn. Patti had met Tita a few weeks previous at the nail parlor. She’s the wife of Sammy Cahn, famous for such songs as “All The Way,” “Teach Me Tonight” and “Only the Lonely.” She called one afternoon and told us she was hosting a private event. She said it would be very quiet and couldn’t tell us who would be there, but assured us we’d be very comfortable. So off into the LA night we went. During the evening, we befriend the Sinatras and are quietly invited into the circle of the last of the old Hollywood stars. Over the next several years we attend a few very private events where Frank and the remaining clan hold forth. The only other musician in the room is often Quincy Jones, and besides Patti and I there is rarely a rocker in sight. The Sinatras are gracious hosts and our acquaintance culminates in our being invited to Frank’s eightieth birthday party dinner. It’s a sedate event at the Sinatras’ Los Angeles home. Sometime after dinner, we find ourselves around the living room piano with Steve and Eydie Gorme and Bob Dylan. Steve is playing the piano and up close he and Eydie can really sing the great standards. Patti has been thoroughly schooled in jazz by Jerry Coker, one of the great jazz educators at the Frost School of Music at the University of Miami. She was there at the same time as Bruce Hornsby, Jaco Pastorius and Pat Metheny
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About Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen (born 23 September 1949) is an American singer, songwriter, and guitarist. He has released 20 studio albums, many of which feature his backing band the E Street Band. Originally from the Jersey Shore, he is one of the originators of the heartland rock style of music, combining mainstream rock musical style with narrative songs about working class American life. During a career that has spanned six decades, Springsteen has become known for his poetic, socially conscious lyrics and energetic stage performances, sometimes lasting up to four hours in length. He has been nicknamed "the Boss".
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Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen
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Bruce Springsteen and The Sessions Band
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"Something In The Night"
Well I'm riding down Kingsley
Figuring I'll get a drink
Well I turn the radio up loud
So I don't have to think
And I take her to the floor
Looking for a moment
When the world seems right
And I tear into the guts
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Of something in the night
Well you're born with nothing
And better off that way
Soon as you've got something they send
Someone to try and take it away
Well you can ride this road till dawn
Without another human being in sight
Yeah just kids wasted on
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Something in the night
Well nothing is forgotten or forgiven
When it's your last time around
And I got stuff running 'round my head
That I just can't live down
Well we found the things we loved
They were crushed and dying in the dirt
We tried to pick up the pieces
And get away without getting hurt
But they caught us at the state line
Burned our cars in one last fight
And left us running burned and blind
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Chasing something in the night
Bruce Springsteen, Darkness on the Edge of Town (1978)
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