Porn to Run

Can you believe I didn’t open the 30th Anniversary Special SUPER FUCKING FANTASTIC OH MY GOD I’M DYING HERE Commerative Edition of Born To Run until 10:30 last night? Yeah. I’m crazy like that. I waited for Georgie to watch with me. So far we’ve watched the concert and a little bit of the documentary and my verdict?

It’s better than porn. I swear to you – I was actually physically turned on. And you know what – NO KNITTING TOOK PLACE DURING THE WATCHING. That right there should be a clue.

All I have to say, really, is that it’s a good thing I was five years old when this record came out and this tour took place because if I had been say, sixteen? Or a little tiny bit younger or a tiny bit older I would’ve have tracked Bruce down and made him my boyfriend. Even though I love Darkness more as an album, and I still think Bruce is super super beyond crazy sexy in the Darkness era – he seems to be in a bit of psychological pain – the romance is off the bloom so to speak and there are warning lights flashing everywhere – this guy’s been HURT. He will HURT you back. (And he probably still loves the other girl – I mean c’mon! He’s willing to Prove It All Night and everything!)

But the BTR Bruce? He’s the one. He’s dirty in that way that drives you CRAZY. With the hair and the beard and the skinny yet super strongness. You just KNOW he smells good. Not good like all clean good but earthy and real and like a man should smell when he’s been up on stage for 31/2 hours. And of course, we meet down the shore and I look like I did here and we sit in diners with all the guys and we’re in a booth and Bruce has his arm over my shoulders and I’m HIS! But deep down I know there’s a world of hurt waiting for me because when we’re alone, he’s busy writing and when I try to get close to him he says “Not now. Can’t you see I’m working?”

And during the shows when all the other girls hang out backstage I like to sit with the audience because when I see him up there with his eyes closed howling in the blue light with all that passion and love and intensity I KNOW he’s singing about me. I KNOW that I’m Terry and Wendy and Janey and Rosie and he loves me he loves me he loves me.

I beg of you – if you want to see a man, no – a genius – at the beginning of what it’s all going to be, watch this concert. Rent it, steal it – get it anyway you can. You won’t be disappointed. I PROMISE.

Here’s a comic that sums up how I feel – and I’m the luckiest woman in the world cause I only had to wait 20 years to find exactly this BOY!

ETA: Something happened to this post – I think it triggered the spam filter or something – and I can’t get the comments to work. If you’d like to comment, please do so on another post from today. Thanks!