There was a night—almost 25 years ago—when the old Uptown rocked like no place I’d ever seen before or since. Bruce Sprngsteen and the E Street Band played two shows there on a tour where the rest of the country was getting shows in hockey arenas. From the opening notes of “Born To Run” (yeah—opened with Born To Run) to the encore of Rosalita (where the balcony literally was swaying a foot), you never heard or felt such mayhem. What a concert. What a night.
Not just Bruce—The Dead, Gabriel, J. Geils…saw them all there. This was the place. The Uptown.
It could happen again. Come on, somebody buy the place and fix it up. It could rock all over again and last forever.
There was a night—almost 25 years ago—when the old Uptown rocked like no place I’d ever seen before or since. Bruce Sprngsteen and the E Street Band played two shows there on a tour where the rest of the country was getting shows in hockey arenas. From the opening notes of “Born To Run” (yeah—opened with Born To Run) to the encore of Rosalita (where the balcony literally was swaying a foot), you never heard or felt such mayhem. What a concert. What a night.
Not just Bruce—The Dead, Gabriel, J. Geils…saw them all there. This was the place. The Uptown.
It could happen again. Come on, somebody buy the place and fix it up. It could rock all over again and last forever.