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"No Surrender" Brooooooooooooce.
I have put on a Big Rock Show or two, in my day. Yessir. I have smelled the pot, the sweat and the vomit and helped make The Loud Noise, so I kinda know how I would do it tonight, if I were calling the production shots for tonight, after Kerry's speech:
Kerry finishes his speech. He has dug down and exposed the things in his soul that have moved him to run, the dreams and deeply-held convictions that gave him no choice. None whatsoever. Those things that compelled him, past any rational thought to take the hiding and insults that he knows, at a cellular level, the RNC has waiting for him. He rocks the house. He rolls. Tears are falling throughout the hall. People are yelling and screaming. Jumping up and down. Balloons. Confetti. Fun.
The cacophony carries on for a while, and as all things must, begins to die down. Unexpectedly, the houselights dim. Behind Kerry, there is a drapery, called a scrim. Unknown to most, this is a Kabuki scrim, one that is on pegs on a pipe that rotates downward, allowing the scrim to fall to the stage in a rapid fashion.
The stagelights go dim. The scrim comes in. Spotlights illuminate a two figures on the stage: Kerry. Bruce.
Bruce is holding a well-worn 53 Fender Esquire. He starts grabbing a few soft, slow chords. Starts singing the first verse. Slowly, Softly. Forcefully, none the less.
Pause. Last grabbed chord rings.
Bruce then does what some say he does best. "1,2,3,4!!!!"
48 9-gang Molfay instruments come up and burn the crowd. White lights burn the stage at full value. Showco Intellibeams start their mad dance as The E Street Band slams into Full Cry, just as hard and fast and nasty and angry as only a bunch of pissed off Jersey Boys can slam into any unambiguous message they have ever given to the asshole motherfuckers that have pissed on them and their friends. A musical asskicking that sends the message that there is much, just so much more to come. The play it All Night Long, like they Just Cannot Stop.
No Surrender.
Yeah. That's how I'd do it, if I was calling the shots. Just the message that I would want to send me some motherfuckers. After all, politics is show business for ugly folks, ain't it?
No Surrender.
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