I hadn’t realised that The Boss took a tumble onstage in Amsterdam this week. Images available on the net. Fortunately he and his guitar were unhurt and he laughed it off.
Of more amusement to me was the Mail’s description of the event, referring to “the I’m On Fire hitmaker”. Surely somebody there reads this blog and is on the joke?
Black Type says
Hmmmm….I think the beloved Afterword nomenclature actually arose from the tabloids’ tendency to reduce an artist’s career to the one song. I believe the Express originated the ‘Hey Jude Hitmakers’ reference.
Gary says
Biden took a fall yesterday too. Old peeps be ageing, the silly feckers.
dai says
Strange one to reference, am guessing an intern was asked to check some chart statistics
SteveT says
He was dancing in the dark which is why he stumbled.
Put the bloody lights on.
Johnb says
I have a live dvd from the darkness tour1978 where he trips over a monitor and also repeats a verse of a song by mistake.a review of the Amsterdam gig seemed to put his fall down to ageing but any of us can catch our foot on something.he just done it on a step on stage.max Weinberg done it on Tuesday night at murrayfield but he was just taking the proverbial.from Springsteens performance there all I can say is that we should all age that well.
Hot Shot Hamish says
Went to the show in Edinburgh this week – incredible performance. Any fears that he might not be up to it any more completely dispelled!
Black Type says
I think I might have seen you! Were you the one going “Brooooooooooce!”?*
*I have to disclose my wife’s comment, bless her (but keep schtum, y’all – I was forbidden to tell anyone)
…”Why are they all booing? Don’t they like what he’s playing?”
Cue unabashed mirth, which to her credit she joined in.
Johnb says
My brother said the same thing.civilians eh?
deramdaze says
I was booing.
Erm, didn’t read the room.
How to recover this? Oh yeah, his daughter does like riding horses.
Horses good, right?
SteveT says
@Black-Type my wife too.
Lodestone of Wrongness says
Hot Shot Hamish! The keeper lying in the shredded remains of the net with the still smouldering remains of a leather football forever tattooed to his oh so brave chest.