"I was at this show…the only full album playing of the “miracle” 1st album, Greetings from Asbury Park, NJ. I’ve seen Bruce over 100 times and this show stands out as one of the best. It turned out to be the last full show performance of Clarence Clemons with Bruce "

" Long after history claimed this night for her own - and history is indeed made at night - I tussled and raved with quite a few on line nitwits that said C’s playing on this last tour was bad or not good enough for them. I can’t cuss on here. But listen to Clarence’s playing as cool as a river or hard and heavy like some force of Nature. I hear no bad notes and I hear only the wonder that was Clarence Big Man Clemons. You will too. Any other man in that much pain would have hung up his horn. Not our Big Man. He gutted through his enormous physical pain because of his enormous physical love. Like C. Said the first time I met him and gasped “I met Clarence! Now I can die!” He let out that great barrel chested laugh - just like Father Christmas in Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” and thundered: “no! Now you can LIVE!” I thunderstood. So listen to this show and fall into its long glorious dream and wake up in Fng Buffalo! And remember Clarence like your soul depended on it because it just may. God rock ye Merry Gentleman!"

"The Fifth is a Charm! Joyce Hammann’s debut on viola on the ANGEL! Steve’s begging pleas for Restless Nights to be played was granted for Birthday Patriot Boy. Patty not bothering to be there. Oh did I say that? But it was the end of the most important, famousest, greatitist, rockinest and bestest twins of different mother leaving the stage they way they came in: together. Like parent child role reversals where once Bruce rode on the mighty beautiful black shoulders of his Mighty Ebony Brother and now it was time for Clarence to lean on him. Lean on his brother to make it to a lift installed at the darkness at the edge of the stage. And down they went into the Ages. "

"Part iii - Of course we all grow up and we know “it’s only rock and roll”…but it’s not. After a lifetime of watching a man perform his miracle for you, night after night, it feels an awful lot like love.” That same miracle happened last November 2019 away in a manger - or a Colts Neck Barn really. The Letter sessions show what’s precious about these guys when they’re together - ya got to hold on to baby what you got! I could tell you about instances from this Buffalo show that remain with me to this very night and heck, maybe you were there too. Darkness started there in Shea and something ended this night in a way - shuffling off this mortal coil in Buffalo. But the strangest beauty came during Growing Up. Bruce was telling a story. Like he used to. And it was about a dream. Then for the first and only time in history at any show he and C slid into the Born to Run pose. Something clicked or snapped in my mind. Some eureka epiphany. All the shows from 1978 to that night - I suddenly realized this life is but a dream. It hit me. Think about every show you’ve ever seen. Don’t they each seem like a dream? "

"The serial serial format worked for Dickens. Listen to the show. Maybe I’ll meet you further on up the road when we outlive this Covid Code of Silence and God willing there won’t be a 42nd or more shots and we can gather again as one. That’s right. Listen to the whole audience singing Hungry. Remember the sign that cribbed a phrase from the last sentence from Bruce’s eulogy for Danny. “If we didn’t play together, the E Street Band at this point would probably not know one another. We wouldn’t be in this room together. But we do… We do play together. And every night at 8 p.m., we walk out on stage together and that, my friends, is a place where miracles occur…old and new miracles. And those you are with, in the presence of miracles, you never forget. Life does not separate you. Death does not separate you. Those you are with who create miracles for you, like Danny did for me every night, you are honored to be amongst. Of course we all grow up and we know “it’s only rock and roll”…but it’s not. After a lifetime of watching a man perform his miracle for you, night after night, it feels an awful lot like love.” "