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Every track feels like a masterclass in pop-rock perfection, and somehow, it was all happening just as I was an awkward adolescent, quietly crushing on Stevie Nicks.

What is it about being 20 that makes you think you can do anything or just not worry about important details? Like where you are going to sleep? 

It was picture-perfect… until a tourist on an electric scooter lost control and plowed straight into the other Jim’s bike.

Could there be a better opening track than Burning Down the House?

So when we heard about The Boss coming to Frankfurt’s Waldstadion on Saturday June 15th 1985, there was no question, we had to be there. 

I learned a great lesson, though: in trying to recreate a special moment, I flew too close to the sun —literally. That night taught me you can’t replay perfection — only remember it.

It’s really hard to hang on to collectibles that you love. Sometimes you just have to let things go.

And here I am, 36 years after seeing that on-air light glow for the first time — still getting the same buzz from cueing up a record.