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"Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny."
It's November 1984, and we're in a dorm room, and we can't get enough of "Rosalita" at maximum volume; somehow it speaks to us as a group, we love it so much; it strikes us at our hearts, and we can't deny the combination of optimism, an awesome take on rock-n-roll, and working-class heroes of New Jersey.
Everybody is suddenly into it. My job is to play the sax solo, which I do on a stuffed alligator with its tail bent into a sax-like position.
Most of the group at hand is actually from the Jersey shore, although the college itself is well past the Pennsylvania border.
We're all so crazy! But Springsteen's impression is so powerful, it allows us to let our guard down, and be crazy with each other, and play air-band to something bigger than ourselves.
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