Saw Bruce on late Monday in Asbury. Soundcheck, too. Let me just say that it was the best show The Pogues never played. And I mean that as the highest of compliments. The only difference was that Bruce didn’t puke into the bass drum like Shane McGowan was prone to do. The 20-member band sound was exquisite. Who would have thought Bruce would bring a tuba back into his mix, and with a pogo beat? People were literally glowing as we gathered in huddles on the boardwalk after the show, realizing it was tomorrow when the Asbury Park Press truck pulled up to toss a pile of news at us milliseconds after the sun shot a beacon beam over the Atlantic horizon. Baby boomers were fascinated that I was blogging. With a cell fone. The pics didn't come out. Unless y'all want to see blurrs of barely blue brightness over the shoulders of bombed Bruce fans leaning on a boardwalk banister.
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