31. Oktober 1975 – Paramount Theatre, Oakland, CA:
Am Halloweenabend des Jahres 1975 spielte Bruce Springsteen eines der längsten Konzerte der BORN TO RUN Tour. Er stand mit seiner E Street Band auf der Bühne des altehrwürdigen Paramount Theatres in Oakland, CA und bot den 3.000 Zuschauern eine grandiose Show ….
Brucebase berichtet:
Zitat:
1975-10-31 – PARAMOUNT THEATRE, OAKLAND, CA
Produced by Bill Graham, who acted as the evening’s MC. One of the longest shows of the entire 1975-76 Born To Run tour, courtesy of an extended, 5 song encore section. Following the 3rd encore Bill Graham came out and told the crowd the show was over. Seeing the roadies beginning to tear down, most of the crowd filed out. However after half the crowd had left the auditorium they heard wild cheering erupting back inside the hall and immediately turned around and went back – Bruce and the band were plugging in for more. – Quelle
Produced by Bill Graham, who acted as the evening’s MC. One of the longest shows of the entire 1975-76 Born To Run tour, courtesy of an extended, 5 song encore section. Following the 3rd encore Bill Graham came out and told the crowd the show was over. Seeing the roadies beginning to tear down, most of the crowd filed out. However after half the crowd had left the auditorium they heard wild cheering erupting back inside the hall and immediately turned around and went back – Bruce and the band were plugging in for more. – Quelle
Nur einer war nicht zufrieden – Ein Musikkritiker des San Franciso Cronicle:
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Springsteen and Halloween, 1975
I have seen the future of Halloween. Its name is Bruce Springsteen.
Yes indeedy. Friday night turned out to be yet another in the classic annual series of Hallow-mas eves and, as is my will and wont, I spent the evening hopping from fete to festivity, frolic to spree, gala to revel.
Since Halloween’s chief mummery promised to transpire at the Oakland Paramount Theatre, the evening was logically enough begun in that venerable venue. It was apparent that this was not just another rock concert when Bill Graham himself, costumed as an aging rock producer, appeared onstage and announced the imminent appearance of Mr. Springsteen and his E Street Band.
As you know, we have been waiting with unabated breath for the appearance here of Mr. Springsteen, the noted Bob Dylan impersonator and scrivener of such acclaimed rock poetry as:
“The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free/
And I know you’re lonely/
For words that I ain’t spoken.”
Well. We certainly is, and the evidence was a sold-out house of screaming degenerates.
At any rate, Springsteen assumed the stage in his own Halloween costume, a premenopausal ensemble comprising dark glasses, black leather jacket, soiled white T-shirt and pre-worn Levi’s. In addition to his legendary Dylan impressions, he also did interpretations of what a man looks like when a) riding a motorcycle, b) suffering from food poisoning, c) experiencing a nervous disorder and d) protecting from assault his private parts.
One can only assume that the performance reflects a conscious attempt on Springsteen’s part to make utter fools of those who have sung his praises.
Thus having my suspicions confirmed in the bargain time of 20 minutes, I headed back to the city for a glimpse of some other fruitcakes. {sbox}
This article first appeared in The Chronicle on Nov. 3, 1975. – Quelle
I have seen the future of Halloween. Its name is Bruce Springsteen.
Yes indeedy. Friday night turned out to be yet another in the classic annual series of Hallow-mas eves and, as is my will and wont, I spent the evening hopping from fete to festivity, frolic to spree, gala to revel.
Since Halloween’s chief mummery promised to transpire at the Oakland Paramount Theatre, the evening was logically enough begun in that venerable venue. It was apparent that this was not just another rock concert when Bill Graham himself, costumed as an aging rock producer, appeared onstage and announced the imminent appearance of Mr. Springsteen and his E Street Band.
As you know, we have been waiting with unabated breath for the appearance here of Mr. Springsteen, the noted Bob Dylan impersonator and scrivener of such acclaimed rock poetry as:
“The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free/
And I know you’re lonely/
For words that I ain’t spoken.”
Well. We certainly is, and the evidence was a sold-out house of screaming degenerates.
At any rate, Springsteen assumed the stage in his own Halloween costume, a premenopausal ensemble comprising dark glasses, black leather jacket, soiled white T-shirt and pre-worn Levi’s. In addition to his legendary Dylan impressions, he also did interpretations of what a man looks like when a) riding a motorcycle, b) suffering from food poisoning, c) experiencing a nervous disorder and d) protecting from assault his private parts.
One can only assume that the performance reflects a conscious attempt on Springsteen’s part to make utter fools of those who have sung his praises.
Thus having my suspicions confirmed in the bargain time of 20 minutes, I headed back to the city for a glimpse of some other fruitcakes. {sbox}
This article first appeared in The Chronicle on Nov. 3, 1975. – Quelle
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