Bootlegs

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[no title] (23 Oct 2012)
[no title] Lostbrook version
Date: 23 Oct 2012
Location: John Paul Jones Arena, Charlottesville, VA
Format: –
Duration: –
01- SHACKLED AND DRAWN
02- LONESOME DAY
03- HUNGRY HEART
04- WE TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN
05- WRECKING BALL
06- DEATH TO MY HOMETOWN
07- MY CITY OF RUINS
08- SPIRIT IN THE NIGHT
09- SEASIDE BAR SONG
10- GIVE THE GIRL A KISS
11- LOST IN THE FLOOD
12- THIS DEPRESSION
13- MURDER INCORPORATED
14- JOHNNY 99
15- WORKING ON THE HIGHWAY
16- DARLINGTON COUNTY
17- WAITIN' ON A SUNNY DAY
18- BACKSTREETS
19- BADLANDS
20- LAND OF HOPE AND DREAMS
21- JUNGLELAND
22- BORN TO RUN
23- SEVEN NIGHTS TO ROCK
24- DANCING IN THE DARK - TENTH AVENUE FREEZE-OUT
25- TENTH AVENUE FREEZE-OUT


Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band - Lostbrook 2.0 Volume 5

Recording Equipment: Sony M10(24/48)
Transfer: Micro SDHC>PC>WAV>CQ Mastering>FLAC(16/44.1)

Taper: Lostbrook
Mastering: CQ
Covers: ethiessen1


Notes from info file:

After Bruce's afternoon appearance at nTelos Pavilion (Vol 4) I began the long walk towards John Paul Jones Arena. It was a hot day and it was going to be a long night so I made an emergency stop for beer at Trinity Irish Pub on "the Corner." After refueling, I joined the crowd on the general admission line outside the arena. I wasn't early enough, nor did I want to obtain a lottery number for the pit. I don't know why I stood on line at all since it was my intention to stand near the soundboard.

There were several reasons I bought tickets for this concert. I hadn't seen Bruce with the band since 1984. I was also confident that my external microphones would arrive in time (they didn't - I would have bought a seat if I had known.) More importantly, this was the perfect opportunity to visit my son at UVA and take him to his first Springsteen concert. I was more excited for him than for myself initially. When I finally downloaded "Wrecking Ball" four days before the show and discovered how brilliant it was, my anticipation skyrocketed.

I easily claimed a spot in front of the soundboard and was glad to have the barrier to lean against. I sat on the floor and struck up a conversation with Matt, who turned out to be a former taper/Dimer (he plans to re-enlist.) He was the perfect wingman and was respectfully quiet during the show. My son Mark arrived from class and joined us by the soundboard as I searched for another Dime member - ruggierim and I have never met but we've attended many of the same concerts in both NY and VA. Unfortunately, we were only able to wave at each other from a distance. The arena started to fill up and a woman arrived on Mark's left. Like gentleman, we made room for her against the rail and struck up a friendly conversation. When the lights went out however, she transformed into...THE WHISTLER. What's really annoying is that she knew we were taping. Once the whistling began, Mark reminded her several times that she was ruining our recording, but nothing could contain her. Even worse, she whistled like a longshoreman. You're going to want to travel back in time with a roll of duct tape. There were other annoyances too: apparently, the only path from the floor to the concourse was directly in front of us. It wasn't much of a path either. People were squeezing by us all night. Security must have walked by me 50 times. Since I didn't have microphones to wear, I was stuck holding the M10 in an uncomfortable position. I had screwed into the bottom of the recorder a small swivel tripod head which acted like a handle and also cut down on handling noise. I had one arm folded across my chest all night as if I was doing the Pledge of Allegiance, the recorder pointed towards the stage. It surely seemed strange to anyone who looked at me. We also must have stood out since we were the only ones who weren't jumping up and down. I never even clapped. The sound guys directly behind us must have thought we were having a lousy time. Annoyed and fatigued as I was however, none of this detracted from my enjoyment of the performance. I was expecting a high-energy show, but this was beyond all memory and expectation. I had no idea Bruce would be crowd-surfing, power-sliding, and playing the piano with his head among other extraordinary antics. I had told my son to expect an energetic crowd and performance but I failed to brief him (or myself) properly. We exchanged multiple glances throughout the show, smiling and shaking our heads in disbelief. At the end of the recording. you'll hear Mark sum it up perfectly: "He's a performer like nobody else."