And for some reason, he really seemed to like my brother and me. I stared Terry in the eye. All of New Jersey is out there!!! Music out on the stage, 60, people, Giants F'in Stadium just beyond this thin black curtain, what seemed like all the world gathered to scream and hoot for their beloved native son.
He looked past me. Did he really believe we were about to pooch the show?? My brother, his lips as dry as mine, his heart as bursting with unfiltered joy and fear, mumbled that he needed a beer.
Of course, the very notion of even sipping a beer before appearing out on that stage with The E Street band was a twisted one, almost sacrilegious to the very notion of the rare and wonderful opportunity being presented to us. I hoped Terry hadn't heard Dave say that. I didn't want him to think we weren't taking this as seriously as we were. Christ, I was as serious as passing out Dave and I watched, or rather listened, to the song before us unfurl.
Bruce Springsteen and Emmylou Harris sang a duet, I think. I don't even remember. I only recall wishing simultaneously that the wind would kick up so hard, a great typhoon wind, as to blow Emmylou right off the stage leading to a speedier appearance for us.
Yet at the same time, I wanted their song to last forever, days turning to weeks, then years, Bruce forgetting all about us as the scattered sands of time blew over him and the band and the stadium and the fans Then me and my bro would just shrink away back to the hole we climbed out of, never to perform in the dream we had somehow dreamed into reality.
The song onstage was minutes old, soon to end, I thought. I peeked over the cold steel steps that rose to the stage and saw for the first time the magnificent endless horizon of lighters, flashbulbs; the swells and sways of a massive crowd thrusting with life out there in the dark.
Dave's leg was bouncing up and down beneath him, his boiling excitement jackhammering his bones. My lips were sun-baked wedges of licorice. My tongue was a hunk of sticky kindergarten paste rolled in seashore sand. Dear God, I thought Palpitations, beads of sweat, visions of glory or absolute failure, everything was slashing into everything else, my courage beginning to fail, my dream in danger, when I felt the cold touch of a late summer ghost on my rigid arm.
He had a bottle of Rolling Rock in each of his giant paws and he was touching them ever so slightly to my brother's arm, and to mine. He had gone and gotten them for us. I was his forever. He didn't say a word as we took them from him. The song was ending. The crowd was roaring. I thanked him with my eyes above their sound.
Ahhh but Terry, he was already smiling. Smiling that rare grin and watching the two brothers slug down their bottles of beer as if their was nothing left in this world but to finish them, crack a burp, and walk out into the spotlights of an enchanted land where dreams come true for little guys, while gentle giants hang off in the distance, unseen, but forever watching your back.
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Click here to edit contents of this page. Terry passed away in his sleep on July 30, Bruce eulogized him in his typical raconteur style, but it was through song that Bruce truly and fittingly captured and immortalized his friend. Well they built the Titanic to be one of a kind, but many ships have ruled the seas They built the Eiffel Tower to stand alone, but they could build another if they please The Taj Mahal, the pyramids of Egypt are unique, I suppose But when they built you, brother, they broke the mold.
When they built you, brother, they turned dust into gold When they built you, brother, they broke the mold. Bruce gifts his good friend one final time, not only immortalizing him in song, but preserving him at his peak and ensuring that we remember him the way that Bruce will always remember him: young and hard and cold.
But only for seconds. Bruce employs a favorite device here, choosing not to finish the last line, knowing that in its absence we will silently and involuntarily complete it on our own, thereby making the song as personal to us as it is to him. It reminds us of the impact, importance, and impermanence of those who loom large in our lives. But Bruce decided to honor his friend by adding his song to the album as a last-minute addition.
It usually involved Springsteen's singing solo accompanied by the piano. The other instruments then joined in as the interlude built to a climax. It elaborated on the story of the protagonist and Terry. It differed from performance to performance but frequently involved the protagonist's reminiscing about a good time he and Terry had shared, followed by an emotional condemnation of her subsequent betrayal.
This interlude has become known to Springsteen fans as the "Sad Eyes" interlude not to be confused with the Springsteen song of the same name due to frequently occurring lyrics stating that Terry had sad eyes or should dry her tears. It also has been referred to as the "Baby I remember you" or "Little girl don't cry" interlude. Parts of the interlude later materialized in recast form as the song " Drive All Night " on The River album in The interlude version of "Backstreets" has not been performed live since; however, it can be heard on numerous fan bootlegs from that tour.
In , during Springsteen and the E Street Band's Magic Tour, "Backstreets" frequently found its way into the set list, most likely as a tribute to Springsteen's longtime friend Terry Magovern, who died earlier that year.
On April 22, , it was the opening song of the first show following the death of longtime band member Danny Federici.
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