It’s a strange, exciting feeling being back here. The last time I saw these terraced vineyards and smelled this mix of air & river mist, I was twenty years old, wearing Woodland pattern BDU's, and bouncing around in a deuce-and-a-half or set up on a hillside with my RaTT Rig. Back then, the mission was defense. Today, it’s a peaceful search and rescue mission.

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.