Faux band delivers genuine rock

Group shot of The Rising, a Bruce Springsteen tribute band we saw last night
 in Palmdale at the Starlight Concert series.

It wasn't really like seeing Bruce.

Of course I was sitting in a fifth row seat that cost me ten dollars, as opposed to a nosebleed arena seat that would set me back the equivalent of a week's grocery money. That was one of the biggest differences.

Palmdale's Starlight Concert Series featured The Rising — Bruce Springsteen Tribute at Marie Kerr Park, and it was a fabulous night for it. There was a nice breeze; it wasn't too hot — the perfect high desert summer evening.

Me, I wouldn't have gone on my own. My family lives down the turnpike from Asbury Park, and at one point, Bruce Springsteen was the most important musical figure in my life—why would I want to see someone imitate him? But my husband told me he "splurged" and bought $10 tickets for a free show so we didn't have to bring our own chairs.

The Rising's faux Bruce Springsteen
and Little Steven Van Zandt

And really... isn't that one of the joys of marriage? To push one another out of our comfort zone and learn how to compromise? I took him to the opera, he takes me to tiny Hollywood clubs to hear bands only a handful of people have even heard of. And to Springsteen impostors, apparently.

But I was wrong — these guys kicked ass. They have made a study of the E Street Band, all the mannerisms, on-stage clowning, voices, facial expressions — the works. For that two hours, they are the Boss and the E Street Band.

The faux Bruce bears a passing resemblance to Harvey Keitel, especially his barrel-chested body. The man has no waist. He's got the Boss' guns (you can tell he works out), and wears the painted-on black jeans, motorcycle boots and black vest with no shirt.

The physical resemblance is closer to John Mellencamp than Springsteen, but the voice he has nailed. The entire Springsteen oeuvre is there, from raspy whisper to full-throated scream. If you spent the show with your eyes closed, you wouldn't know the difference.

Little Steven has the black kerchief around his head, and the requisite pout and parade-rest stance, with wrists crossed. He is ridiculously young, but he tries. Even the heights are spot-on: Steven is shorter than Bruce, and Clarence Clemons is much taller. 

I'm not sure where they found a drummer who looks like a middle-aged certified public accountant, but Max Weinberg would not be flattered by this doppelgänger. The real Max may be bald, but he was never this unattractive. A Jeff Buckley lookalike was playing keyboards, and the bass player looks like an androgynous 12-year-old.

The Clarence Clemons character from
The Rising —
A Bruce Springsteen Tribute.

The faux Bruce did everything the real Bruce did — cover at least one rock and rock classic song, wade out into the crowd, thrilling the girls in the front section by singing to them and sitting in their laps, and introduce songs by telling stories in his gravelly voice.

A break in the middle of "Tenth Avenue Freeze Out" found "Bruce" referencing the Lockheed layoff, as he urged us to forget all that was worrying us and just let the rock and roll heal us.

Next to Bruce himself, the strongest member of the ensemble was the one playing Clarence Clemons. He was a tall black man with long braids who played straight man to Bruce's goofiness just like the real sax player. They cavorted like 5-year-olds at recess: hopping, skipping, and jumping on and off risers. When he put the sax to his lips, though, he wasn't goofing around.

I wondered if The Rising would tackle "Jungleland," and whether they would mention Clemons' death on June 19 at age 69. As it turns out, they did both. I feared the worst. Of all the songs in Springsteen's catalog, this is my favorite. 

When I first heard it in 1975, it just took the top of my head off. I was out with a friend, and he put it in his car stereo. When we got where we were going, the song hadn't ended, and I begged him not to shut it off. After it was over, we both just sat there, decompressing.

"Jungleland" was the song most associated with Clarence: the 18-bar solo that stands as the greatest sax solo of all time, as far as I'm concerned. It was the song fans played over and over on the day we found out Clemons had died from complication of a stroke.

"Bruce" and "Little Steven" 

The Rising did it justice. The solo wasn't as great as Clarence would have played it, but it was damn close. The Bruce's voice was perfect, and the rest of the players played it note for note. I was impressed. It made me sad to think I will never hear that song or that solo live again from the E Street Band.

Clarence is gone, we lost Danny Federici to cancer at age 58 back in 2008. We can never have the E Street Band back again. It reminds us that our whole generation is aging, and there's not a damn thing we can do about it.

The Starlight Series this year was all cover or tribute bands, and it was a great idea. After all, with some of those oldie bands Palmdale has been hiring, you've only got one or two original members anyway, you might as well save yourself the expense of paying for the name.

So we had a great time, and afterward had a few beers at the new Yardhouse, otherwise known as "Beer-drinkers' Paradise." It was a great evening out, and we didn't have to drive to Los Angeles.