Forever Friends
Un week-end springsteeniano
La storia che segue e' lunga, e molto personale. Se pero' siete
curiosi di sapere com'e' che Bruce Springsteen in costume da bagno
ha cantato Backstreets per mia figlia, al bordo di una
esclusivissima piscina, allora buona lettura.
La rivista TEMPI
pubblica la positiva
recensione che Lorenzo Albacete (fra le altre cose
editorialista del NY Times) ha dedicato a "The Life That You
Save May Be Your Own - An American Pilgrimage," di Paul Elie.
E' la biografia comparata di quattro scrittori cattolici americani:
Flannery O'Connor, Walker Percy, Dorothy Day e Thomas Merton. It
gets my attention mainly because I love Flannery O'Connor, and I
don't know that Walker Percy - one
of Springsteen's favorite writers - was Catholic. I go buy this
book on-line: it is June 23, and when it comes to delivery options
I realize it could be an interesting book for Bruce, so I select
3-5 days delivery and decide that if the book arrives before Milan
show I will try to give it to Springsteen.
Friday June 27 I have to interview Nils Lofgren. A face-to-face
interview has been declined, and it will be a phoner. Nils - I'm
told - is at 2-hours drive from Milan. I guess he's in Cernobbio on
the Como's Lake, at Villa
d'Este Hotel, where I know Bruce is staying. Nils probably
wants to protect Springsteens' privacy. The phone number I receive
confirms Villa d'Este hypothesis.
In the afternoon a parcel arrives: it's Elie's book. I start
reading it immediately: the prologue, the first chapter. It is
about the American pilgrimage of those four writers, a pilgrimage
being defined as "a journey undertaken in light of a story." How
many points of contact with Springsteen's music: his own journey is
a pilgrimage, and his art belongs to the root of that big American
tradition that includes F. O'Connor and the others. I have to give
him this book. I write a dedication letter inside the book, where I
thank Bruce and make connections between his music and the book's
themes.
I know the delivery will be very hard: Villa d'Este is well
known for its high security level and privacy respect. It is almost
impossible to get in. I take with me wife and kids: at least if my
plan fails we will have an ice-cream while walking lake side. We
arrive at Villa d'Este: outside a dozen fans are waiting, a
security guy watches the entrance.
I'm pushing the stroller with my son Simone, 1 year old, while
my wife Rosa walks hand in hand with Chiara, 4 years old. We get in
as if we were guests, no problem at the first security barrier, but
at the second one the security guy approaches us. I explain that I
have a book to deliver and in the meantime Simone, usually an
unfriendly crying baby, smiles and wave his hand. The security guy
smiles too: we're incredibly inside!
Villa
d'Este is not a traditional hotel: it is a large complex of
mansions in a big garden, golf club, a main building near an unique
pool floating on the lake, and a private boat park. We walk about
half a mile to arrive at the reception. At the reception desk I ask
for a post-it that I put on the book's cover, I write "for Bruce
Springsteen" and hand the book to the receptionist. He looks at me
in suspicion and asks if we are guests. "No, I'm here just for the
book" - "Does *he* know about it?" - "Sure, that's why I'm
here"
We go out and I'm going toward the exit. I don't consider
looking for Springsteen: the complex is large, and I'm already
satisfied by the book delivery. Besides I can easily imagine my
wife complaining "won't we spend the whole afternoon looking for
Springsteen, right?" Unexpectedly Rosa says: "it's such a wonderful
place, why don't we take a walk here?"
While we wander
around we arrive at the lake floating pool.
Inside the main large pool there is a built-in Jacuzzi, and Bruce
is there, laughing out loud, talking to what looks like a
microphone, or probably a mobile phone handed to him by two guys
there in the pool. We sit down and look around. On our left there
are Nils and Roy with their wives. Patti Scialfa is just a little
more distant. Chiara tries hard to recognize Bruce, but the real
problem is Simone: after ten minutes he starts crying out loud,
everybody looks at us, and I am very embarrassed. 
I'm even more embarrassed by the idea of being recognized by
Nils, since I've met him in London few weeks before. He might think
I've used the phone number to get the address.
My wife walks Simone around (he's learning to walk) in order to
calm him. I wait for the right moment to approach Bruce: it will be
hard since it's relax time, family time and I don't want to harass
him. At the table near us a boy, probably Bruce's son, sits down
with a lady. On the table Harry Potter's books, or maybe a Harry
Potter's game.
My mobile rings a couple of times: it's friends of mine calling
and I tell them where I am and what I'm doing. I switch off the
phone to avoid further calls and I suddenly realize that Bruce is
gone. My wife reaches me and asks me why I haven't joined her:
Patti and a friend of hers were playing with my kids. Rosa doesn't
speak English and I could have easily got into a conversation with
them. The right moment has been wasted, and Bruce is gone.
Things get worse: Simone keeps on crying. In the meantime Patti
is eating with friends at a table not far from our place. I ask
what time is it: ten to six. I wait a little longer, then I decide
to try: since Patti played with my kids I ask Chiara to give her a
CD I had with me. The CD is "I'm A Big Girl Now," the bootleg
compilation of outtakes, TV appearances, and rare b-sides, produced
by Cathy V., an American friend of mine. My daughter doesn't want
to go alone, and ask me to join her. We go. We approach
Patti and I tell her that my daughter has a gift for her. Patti
hugs Chiara, then the usual questions: "what's your name?" "How old
are you?" Then she takes the CD. She stares at it, looks at me,
then at the back cover for the song list, and a beautiful smile
appears on her face. "This is incredible: I've recorded these songs
when I was 20." This is not completely true, anyway I avoid to
contradict her... "I don't have them anymore, how did you get
them?" - "The magic of Internet!" - I reply - "It's a fan-project,
a not-for-profit compilation done by a fan of your" -
"Wonderful!"
It's done! Patti is on cloud nine, and we didn't turn out to be
harassers. "I'm going to call my husband!," but the guy that was
eating with her replies that Bruce is quite busy right now. "Tell
Bruce to come here immediately! It's very important!," and while
the guy goes away to call Bruce I think to myself that it's the
same story everywhere: wives rule. While waiting for Bruce I ask
Patti when her new album will be released. "It's done, it's
finished. It will be released next year when Bruce's tour is over."
I kindly ask if we can trust Springsteens when it comes to release
dates. She laughs and reply that "yes! you can believe me on this!
At least this time."
Bruce arrives in swimming trunks, with his typical walking, and
he appears to me as disappointed. He sits down and Patti starts
talking about the CD, commenting songs one by one: "this one is the
one that does sha-la-la, this other one is the one that does
li-li-li. This one has been written in that session, you remember
it? This one has been recorded in that studio, etc." Bruce is not
excited, asks for a hamburger that he will eat while he obliges to
listen to Patti. I introduce myself in the conversation telling her
there is also a second volume, "Some
Things Baby", and if she is interested I could send her a copy.
"Absolutely, please" and talking to a red headed girl she says:
"give him the address." I have paper but I haven't a pen, so the
girl goes away looking for a pen (that night at home I will realize
I had four - F O U R - sharpie pens with me...)
Two kids approach Bruce for autographs, and he takes the pen
that just arrived. Bruce has some problem with the spelling of the
name Letizia and I help him. The red headed girl turns out to be
Kelly K., Patti's assistant, and she writes the address on my
notebook. I was expecting a Shore Fire Media address, or maybe a
Jon Landau Management address... or even a Sony New York address...
this is not the case, the address is that one: Rumson, NJ. Kelly
writes down her email address too and says to me: "send the CD to
Patti. Anything you need, just ask me." WOW! Then she asks me if I
want something signed. "Yes, I would be pleased! Let me get
it."
I reach into my bag. I
have the DVD special edition of The Rising, the limited edition CD
single "Live and Rare," Nils' complete discography, the last album
by Soozie Tyrell, the last one by Clarence Clemons, and... my copy
of the book SONGS. I pick up SONGS already enjoying what is going
to happen. I hand the book to Patti and she hands it to Bruce. I
stop her saying that I only want Patti's signature. Bruce is
puzzled, looks at me with a priceless face, and hands the book back
to Patti. She is also surprised, but the trick is soon revealed:
the book already has a wonderful dedication by Bruce on the first
page, while on the second there are all E-Street band members'
signatures but Patti's. We all laugh, and Patti signs near the
other E-Streeters, even if the white space is limited, and doesn't
exploit Bruce's page with its large white space available.
Time to go. Chiara has been grabbing my leg all along. Rosa has
been with Simone, but she was able to set up a kind of gesture
conversation with Patti. Patti explained to Rosa she has three
kids, and Rosa points to Kelly as if she was one of the kids. Kelly
and Patti laugh out loud while Patti in Italian says "no, little,
little kids." All in all Bruce up to now hasn't been that much
talkative: maybe he's not really disappointed, but surely he is not
forthcoming. I try to take time telling them that tomorrow we will
be at the show, and Chiara will be with us. I propose to tell a
story about Chiara.
Every Thursday night my wife goes out with her friends and I
stay home with the kids. When the Live In NYC DVD was released, I
experienced its powerful effect on Chiara (at the time 2 and a half
years old). One of those Thursday, we had already seen the DVD a
couple of times, I was going to put on the latest Neil Young DVD,
introducing Neil as Bruce's friend. While I was handling the disc,
all of a sudden Chiara asks: "does he play 'hiding on the
backstreets'?" As you can imagine Neil Young was immediately
archived and the third showing of Springsteen's Live ruled that
night. As a father I was very proud of Chiara's musical taste (she
doesn't speak English, and - I swore - she's exposed to many
different artists, not only Bruce)
While I'm telling this story, Bruce starts singing without
waiting for the end. There he was, in his seat, in swimming trunks,
with his hand toward Chiara. Chiara's arms hold tight to my right
leg: "Hiding on the Backstreets... Hiding on the Backstreets..." Up
to now I've been relatively calm and relaxed. I haven't been
overcome by my emotions, as the previous times I've met Bruce.
There has been time enough to familiarize with the Springsteens
being there at the swimming pool, Patti playing with my kids,
talking with Patti, the CD, Bruce's arrival, the autographs. The
intensity has been increasing gradually. But Bruce singing
Backstreets, here, now, to Chiara... I can't help but thinking
"it's a dream... it's so surreal it cannot be true... it's not
possible" trying in vain to focus on Bruce's voice. It looked like
eternity... finally I get to listen to Bruce, just in time for the
final, sweet and intense, "we swore forever friends," sang with an
incredible voice, as a whisper, with that hand toward Chiara (yes
*that* hand, the one you see in the Live in NYC), with such a
tenderness for Chiara that I was speechless, and still I have goose
bumps.
Once again: time to go. Oh well... it's so many years I long for
a photo with Bruce... but in swimming trunks he isn't going to
agree.I try with a shy "I guess it's not the right time to have a
photo together" Bruce is nodding his head as to confirm it is not
the right time, but Patti rules: "you must have a picture with his
daughter at least." Bruce calls Chiara: "C'mon baby, c'mon," but
Chiara is stone-like grabbing my leg. Patti insists: "you scare
her. You should have a picture with her father, and she will
relax." Bruce stands up, reaches us, crouches to be as high as
Chiara, which sits on my leg, between Bruce and me.
I hand the camera to Rosa, and she sits Simone on a chair. With
my best smile I tell Rosa: "if you fail this photo I'm going to ask
for divorce." I see her scrambling around with the camera. It takes
so long I have to say to Bruce something like: "she knows that if
she fails this photo I might get upset." First click. "A second one
please" I suggest, quite worried about the first one. Patti steps
in asking me if I want her to take the picture, so that Rosa could
join us. Without thinking about it I reply that I would prefer her
to take care of Simone: I'm worried he could fall off the chair.
Second click. The pictures will not turn out that good, anyway they
are a nice souvenir and at least it is clear it's me, Chiara, and
Bruce.
My wife will ask me later if I told Patti to take care of
Simone. "Yes. Why do you ask this?" - "Just because she has been
very kind: she has wrapped him with her arms while he was seated,
then since he was still uncomfortable she took him in her arms and
played with him." I missed this part completely. I've asked Patti
Scialfa to baby-sit Simone: unreal.
Ok, now is really time to go. We shake hands, hugs and kisses
for the kids, promises ("I will send you the CD"), and when it's my
turn with Bruce I tell him about the book at the reception for him.
He thanks me, but he's clearly not that much interested. I add it's
about Flannery O'Connor and Walker Percy, and then he turns to me
quite surprised: "Really?" - "Sure! It's in English, it's a new
book." This time he really thanks me.
While going out I ask what time is it: 7PM. As strange as it can
be, to the first friends asking about this story I reply we've been
with Bruce and Patti about 20 minutes: I need my wife to make me
realize it's been 40-50 minutes. We swore: forever friends.

Friday night I've organized a dinner with friends from all over the
world: I'm very late, I know someone will be already at the
restaurant waiting. Just to add to my being late Chiara wants to
join me and Leo: we're going out without her since she is supposed
to go to bed early, in order to stand the show the next day. The
reason she wants to join us: she thinks we're going out for dinner
with the Springsteens. I smile... as if we were friends with Bruce
and Patti... The dinner turned out to be crowded, some people
showed up at the last minute. It's very hot, but it seems almost
everybody is having a good time. We sing until 1AM, and there is
even time for an acoustic Rosalita. Someone comments: "let's hope
for a better version tomorrow!"

The next day I try to finalize Soozie Tyrell's interview with no
luck. It must be written somewhere that I won't do it: I had to ask
for rescheduling the interview from Dublin to Milan, this time I
don't get a timely confirmation, because PC and mobile phone fail
at the wrong moment. Leo and I spend the whole day looking for
cables we need to set up our exciting experiment: record the show
from the IEM transmissions. It will turn out to be a complete
failure: late that night, back from the show, very tired, Leo and I
will spend our last energies listening to the tapes looking for
something good: it's all crap. The only consolation is to think
about a friend I've never met sending me more than $3000 in
receivers: "the trust is deep" he wrote. We swore: forever
friends.
It's Saturday afternoon: with Rosa, Chiara and a few friends we
head down to the show, at the San Siro Stadium. A journalist and a
photographer approach us for pictures and a mini-interview. They
are from Repubblica, one of the main Italian newspapers. At the end
of the interview I add: "we spent one hour yesterday with the
Springsteens in a very exclusive swimming pool, but don't write
about it since nobody would believe us." The next day our picture is in
the newspaper: talk about the chances of meeting the Springsteens
and then the next day to have your picture and interview in a
newspaper (no mention of the swimming pool)... good karma is
flowing around us. And hundreds of phone calls on the arrival for
my mobile...

As for the show, it has been the best ever for me (many pictures
here). I cannot judge in a objective
way, but in a subjective way for me it has been the best ever. It
has probably been the show I've watched less, since all my
attention was for Chiara: she danced, sang, clapped until the end.
We had reserved seats, where it wasn't raining as hard as on the
floor.
Anyway my daughter was always pushing me to the front of the
balcony, where it was raining harder, and she wasn't concerned at
all about her mother being seated behind (and quite silent). Chiara
was asking for our friends: "where is Maria Claudia?" - "She is on
the floor, in the front stage" - "Dad, why don't we join her? Why
are we so far from the stage?" On Empty Sky Chiara asks me: "why is
this song so sad? Why is Bruce so sad?" - "Because it talks about a
husband suffering the loss of his wife" - "Oh, I understand. This
is why he's sad and wants to sing it with Patti." About Waiting On
A Sunny Day: "I think this is my favorite one along with 'hiding on
the backstreets'."

There are plenty of friends around us: Tiziana, Davide, Walter,
Sue, Linda, Leo, Frank, many parents of our friends included. Paolo
and his family. I also introduce Chiara to a bald guy, with a Live
75-85 parody t-shirt with Duffy Duck instead of Bruce. He's well
known among Italian Springsteen fan and I tell Chiara: "he is a
mean guy: every time I invite him for dinner he refuses. He doesn't
want to be a friend of ours." Chiara immediately replies: "stop
inviting him." Then later she says: "maybe he's just too shy to
accept your invitation."
During My City Of Ruins for the first time Chiara asks when we'll
get back home. Two minutes later Dancing In The Dark sees her
dancing very excited. Rosa finally joins us, and we all dance
together. It's Rosalita time. All of a sudden Chiara stops and says
to me: "I'm going to call Leo to join us dancing." I know the show
is going to end, and I watch her naively stepping up. She's going
to call her friend Leo. We swore: forever friends.
We are going out very slowly. There is time enough to say hi to
everybody. Unexpectedly Linda hugs me, as Mary-Ellen the night
before: I've exchanged a couple of emails with them before, and
I've met them yesterday night for the first time. It is the moment
I realize that Springsteen music has really built a community of
trust and love.
A sandwich on the way out (half for me, half for Chiara) and we
walk to our car. My daughter still has questions: "Dad, why didn't
Bruce played 'hiding on the backstreets'?" I ponder the answer....
then reply: "Because he already played that one yesterday for you"
- "Oh, I got it!" Later on she starts complaining that she's tired,
that her shoes are soaked, and she announce she's going to cry. I
take her in my arms. She says: "you're a really good dad, I don't
want to lose you, for a very long time."
The next day I drive Leo to the airport: he's leaving. That
evening we get back to Villa d'Este: Kelly wrote me Bruce hasn't
received the book, "could you forward it home, please?" The
Springsteens are gone, but this time we cannot get in: Rosa, Simone
and two friends of ours have to wait outside. I am the only one to
get in, but I take Chiara with me. We arrive at the swimming pool
and Chiara asks: "Are Bruce and Patti back home in America?" -
"Yes, they are" - "They flew back with Leo, all together, right?" I
smile... we swore: forever friends.
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