A Letter to Bruce Springsteen

Dear Bruce

I was surprised to learn recently that you did not at first
take to the moniker ‘The Boss’ with which you are now intrinsic due to your distaste of the bossman giving you hell. And although I was initially surprised it actually makes perfect sense, your reticent acceptance of your title is clear evidence of the sincerity of everything that people have taken you to represent; the beauty of the working man and woman, the power of every person’s story.

There is no better medium for the expression of these values than live music, it is stirring to see people still empowered by music in a time where it has been cheapened by the ascension of shallow, soulless musical machinery (I know this is a common gripe but it was on my mind and I thought you would understand). You only need to look to the reclamation of ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’ as a symbol of hopeful solidarity in the face of the Manchester terror attacks in May of 2017 for a representation of the unique unifying power music possess. 

A more personal example is as follows, we recently found ourselves
aboard a canal barge in the heart of Camden Lock, an exciting but daunting experience as the captain warned us that too much movement would see both ourselves and our gear thrown into the water, something that would’ve made for entertaining viewing for the hundreds of people who were (hopefully pleasantly) surprised to find a young rock and roll band sailing into their lunch time. As much as the excitement we felt stemmed from the novelty of playing on a river vessel, it was also in witnessing the coming together of this crowd of people who, as far as we know, had no prior connection to each other and would not have been interacting in such a way had it not been for our nautical performance. Rather than the usual introverted lunch time rush, people were chatting, singing and dancing in the streets, which was a joy to behold, despite being told to turn it down by some unappreciative coppers (we didn’t(we turned it up)). So whether it was Jonny and Andy taking to the roof to see the whites of Camden’s eyes, or the lovely older couple who attempted to board our boat and sail down the river with us (we think they may have mistaken us for a water taxi) the memory of this particular gig will stay with us for some time.

I hope people aren’t starting to forget about the path of live music, I hope you are not the last man to play a three hour show and have the people begging for more. From the beginning we have aspired to consistently bring the same power and love to the stage as you’ve been doing your whole career and we’re looking forward to making more memories like this one in the future. 

We’ll be back to the big smoke on Wednesday 28th February for a gig at the map studio café; if you want to pop your head in it would be lovely to see you.

Hope you are well,

Hardwicke Circus

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