On Sunday last, Bruce Springsteen played Cardiff on the first gig of his European tour. There had been worries about his health, talk of peptic ulcers and that he “might never sing again”. Three hours and 29 songs later, all such doubts were gone.
He played “with the vigour of a man in the prime of life”, said one review. They marvelled at his sheer physicality, the power in his voice. His energy was electric, it was the audience that struggled to keep pace.
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