Not much news this week. It's expected that Bruce will announce a few North American Seeger Sessions dates for September or maybe after the European tour, but nothing is set in stone yet, let alone who gets the shows. Meanwhile, tickets have gone on sale and - in many cases - been sold out in Europe. That includes the show in my own backyard Copenhagen. 20,000 tickets sold in about an hour. Fortunately I was lucky enough to score a few. And when I say I was lucky, it's not just some cliché. I mean, I was really lucky. I had underestimated the interest in this show and figured it wasn't necessary to line up in the ticket queue until three hours before the sale started. As it turned out, I was the last one in line to get tickets, and I only got half of what I wanted. I was almost in a state of shock afterwards. I mean, I would probably have found my way into the show somehow, thanks to friends, but it would have been the first time in my 20 years as a Bruce fan that I hadn't been able to get my own tickets for a show in my own country. That would have caused serious damage on my pride.

So I was really questioning myself that day. Has my hunger for Bruce subsided so much that I have become casual about getting tickets for a show in my own town? In my younger days lining up at 3 in the morning in March was just something you did. This time around, I never considered it for a moment. But I think I have learned my lesson now. As a live artist Bruce is as popular as he has ever been here in Scandinavia, and there's no sign that it's about to change regardless of how old he gets or what band he shows up with, if any. Having the opportunity to see him in concert is still a gift that thousands of people who were shut out envy me. And here I am with 30 plus shows under my belt having become comfortable and forgetting that tickets is still something you fight for and earn by getting up early in the morning and altogether not assuming it will be a piece of cake.

To those of you who live in parts of the world where tickets for Bruce are in fact a piece of cake and where you can allow yourself to pass on nosebleeds because you know something better will show up, count your blessings and think back on the days when even a nosebleed was a miracle and made you dance around your living room with joy.