I hear the jubilant, eternally nostalgic sound of the Ronettes, a sound that has always reminded me of some long-remembered high-school dance or 1960s Christmas party, radiating from the living room. I think I hear Bruce Springsteen. His songs often have that feel, particularly the fast-paced party songs infused with the sultry, steaming sound of Clarence’s saxophone that liberates the listener’s soul.
Suddenly I hear a lone piano followed by the aged yet still competent voice of Billy Joel. The tune is familiar, “New York State of Mind”. He and Bruce exchange turns with each verse. Bruce’s voice is uncanny. I am amazed at how well he sings it, how he almost makes love with each lyric. He is the Boss.