I’ve seen him live three times … in Toronto (twice) and in Amsterdam.  Saturday will be the fourth.

Our cello concert at St. Michael’s Church in Gent will finish at around 4:00 pm.  My train to Lille, France leaves at 4:35.  I’ll be on it.  Bruce and Bruce will be in the same room at 7:30.

I’ve loved his life, his joie de vivre, his lyrics, his melodies, his performances.

In 1985 I was in the throes of divorce.  I had left home and was staying with a friend.  I hunkered down in bed and listened to No Surrender on my Walkman:

Tonight, I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you’re tired, and you just wanna close your eyes
And follow your dreams down

Well, we made a promise, we swore we’d always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter’s night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

Thank you, Bruce, for being with me then … and ever since.

Thank you for My Hometown, If I Should Fall Behind and Badlands.

I’ll wait for you, and should I fall behind, wait for me

Welcome to France, Bruce

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