18.03.77 New Haven, CT, intro to ´It´s My Life´
´´Well, I remember in the summertime.....me and this friend of mine, we used to get his old man´s car.....and we´d take off and head down towards the beach....and we was too young, they wouldn´t let us into bars but we used to park outside on the street, get the bouncers to leave the doors open.....we´d sit there on the curb all night listening to the bands coming down from New York City, playing along the Shore in the summertime....and we used to sit there all night just talking, watching what´s going on, drinking a little bit and around four in the morning we´d head back home....and my old man, he used to have this thing, every night, ever since I was old enough to remember, he´d shut off every light in the house and he´d sit in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette, drinking beer....my Mom´d sit in the frontroom just watching TV till she fell asleep, got up to go to work.....he´d be sitting there waiting for me and my sister to come in....and I´d get outside the car and I´d stand there in the driveway, I´d look through the screendoor, I´d see the light of his cigarette butt.....you know, he´d be sitting there waiting for me all night long and I´d slick my hair back as tight as I could and I´d try to make it through the kitchen up to my room, if I could just make it to my room....but every night he´d stop me and call me to come back and sit down at the table.....we´d be sitting there in the dark....and sometimes he´d make me go out with him in the car around dawn.....and he used to always ride me by this white house that was sitting at the edge of town.....I remember the old man used to ride by that white house every day.....and sometimes we´d park outside there and just sit....and he´d be drinking his beer while we were sitting in the car ....and I remember....he´d start off, always start off talking easy....how things was going, what was happening (?)....and slowly he´d start building up, he´d start asking me
where I was getting my money from and just what I thought I was doing with myself and how he was sitting there watching....watching my whole life go to waste....and we´d end up screaming at each other, my mother, she´d always end up running....running in from the frontroom trying to keep us off each other, trying to keep us from fighting with each other and I´d always end up running out the backdoor, back out into the street, telling him someday....telling him someday he was just gonna have to learn to live with it.....because it was my life and I was gonna do what I wanted to do.....´´

18.03.77 New Haven, CT, middle of ´Tenth Avenue Freeze Out´
´´But that´s alright because I had a plan....the change was made uptown and the Big Man joined the band.....´´

18.03.77 New Haven, CT, intro to ´Rosalita´
´´Oh shit....(?)(chuckles) slap yourself in the face, check your case (chuckles) get up out of your seats.....
(....) Beginning.....beginning.....at the left of the stage.....the man with all the degrees and all the keys and the only member of the group with a full high school diploma, Professor Roy Bittan....express yourself, Professor (Roy plays).....on the guitar....poet of the soul, master of rock and roll, a man who brought you such hits as ‘I Don’t Wanna Go Home’, ´Sweeter Than Honey’, you all know him, you all love him, the magnificent Miami Steve....on the bass guitar, we got Mr. Garry W.Tallent....on the drums, the Mighty Max.....on the organ, now you see him, now you don´t, Phantom Dan Federici.....play it, Dan (Dan plays) coming to you all the way from Philadelphia via Newark airport....in the background....the Miami Horns.....now all I´ve got to say, I´ve got a question....are you ready for the king of the world ? (cheers) are you ready for the master of the universe ? (cheers) are you ready for the lord of time and space ? (cheers) are you ready for the president of your homeroom ? (cheers) you all know him, the Big Man, his majesty, Clarence Clemons on the saxophone....´´

18.03.77 New Haven, CT, middle of ´Quarter to Three´
´´Nurse, nurse !.....´´

Compiled by : Johanna Pirttijärvi